Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Which came first - the chicken or bad decorating?
Here's an embarrassing confession: I ADORE chicken decorations. I think this is hysterical, and I would put this in my kitchen in a heartbeat. (This, however, is unfathomable, even to me).
I have no idea why this is.
I've resisted the call of the chicken since Steve and I got married; he likes his poultry nicely sliced in the meat section, served up by Frank Perdue. He doesn't find chicken dish towels whimsical, nor does he find this funny in a "Gee, we should get one" kinda way.
Last week, to my husband's horror, I found what I considered the perfect answer to our "We should probably put something in the middle of the dining room table because we rarely ever eat there and it looks kind of naked" dilemma. I was shopping at Marshalls, waiting to see what bargains would jump into my arms. And low and behold, from three different shelves, came three ceramic chickens each priced at $5 (They looked kind of like this, only one of my chickens was pouting). I thought this was divine intervention - combining my love of decorative poultry with the opportunity to create fun conversations about our novel $5 chicken collection.
Steve hated it. Steve doesn't hate much, but he despised the $5 chickens at a level heretofore reserved for the New York Yankees and Boston municipal works projects. Alas, the chickens have to go - I'll return them to Marshalls this afternoon so they can find a new home where they'll be fully loved, and our dining room will once again be bird-free.
If you're looking for a new way to fill your time after you're done praying for me to be miraculously blessed with better taste, type the phrase "poultry in motion" into Google...hysterical.