As you may remember, my first-born precious angel went away to college this past fall.
It’s easy to write about now, because he’s sitting in the next room…home for the summer. 🙂
That experience was the most gut-wrenching of my life. I had a really, really, really hard time.
The thought of going through it twice more…well, I’ve got three more years thankfully.
To maintain my sanity…I knew I needed a plan.
Something else to focus on.
Something to keep me super busy and distracted.
So I decided to go back to school and get a degree in interior design.
I figured my degree in Elementary Education was not gonna give me enough “street cred” to do what I really want to do.
I enrolled, went to three weeks of classes and then I realized that it was a mistake-o grande.
Not nearly as delicious as nachos bell grande, I might add.
Here’s the recap, in case you weren’t around back then.
On to PLAN B.
I NEED TO WORK AT POTTERY BARN.
Pottery Barn is my destiny, I thought to myself.
I made a little mental list of all the reasons I should work at Pottery Barn:
+++I love Pottery Barn.
+++I love all of the merchandise.
+++If I had to sum up my personal decorating style the words “Pottery Barn” would be there somewhere.
+++I want to play with all the pillows.
+++I want to camp out at that little design consultation counter at the back of the store and help people pull rooms together.
+++I want to create amazing displays throughout the store.
+++I want to create tablescapes so beautiful that people would weep. 😉
+++I want to lay on their perfectly rumpled display beds while flipping through the catalog. Just being honest, here.
+++I want that suh-weet discount.
Isn’t this sounding like a match made in heaven?
PB and me would go together like peas and carrots.
Then…just to be fair…
I played a little mental devil’s advocate.
It went a little something like this:
—I don’t want to work nights.
—I don’t want to work weekends.
—I don’t want to work late afternoons because I want to be here when my kids get home.
—I don’t want to create displays based on a diagram that comes from corporate.
—I don’t want to have a boss.
—I don’t want to be told what to do.
(My middle name is “you ain’t the boss of me“) 😉
—Also, I’m not really big into “feedback.”
And last, but certainly not least…
—I don’t want to wait on difficult people.
So much for peas and carrots.
Come to think of it…
I adore carrots, but peas make me gag.
There went my brilliant Pottery Barn career.
Out the perfectly dressed, linen draped window.
Doomed before it ever began.
At least I thought this one through before jumping in!
But getting fired for lounging in the display bed while flipping through the catalog sure would have made for a good story.
I had a plan c.
And it’s working out like biscuits and gravy.