Ribbons and Lace

After our attempted honeymoon (that's right, you have to wait until tomorrow to hear the latest story!) today was a relaxing day at the Casa de Chaos. Ben was puttering around re-wiring, which apparently was very relaxing for him. A trip to Home Depot had left him cheery and good tempered. He was affectionate and snuggly, giving me lots and hugs and kisses as he bounded about cheerily with wires draped around his neck.

He was so affectionate he put up lace curtains in my office for me. These poor curtains have been stuffed in a laundry basket for two months, staring at me. They were thrown from room to room, stuffed in chairs and hidden away in the laundry room. The guilt was just too much to face.

And today, Ben put them up for me! He drilled the holes and helped me string the curtains on the rack.

"We need to nail the wall so you can draw them," he said, eyeballing the wall.

"No, you just tie them with ribbon and they're fine," I said.

And there stood my masculine husband, sweaty and greasy from working, tying up curtains. He was fussy as he said, "No, you're not doing it right. You have to push them up like this." He gently moved the lace over. It was all I could do not to laugh. The man who hated curtains was telling me how to hang them correctly.

Finally, our finished product stood: two lacey curtains tied with glittery ribbon. I couldn't help but laugh at Ben's proud grin. It was utterly cute. So ladies, make sure your husband has all the domestic talents: cooking, fixing things, and hanging curtains.