Like the Warm Glow of the Fire?

 
 
 
 
What you see in these photos is a DIY disaster averted. I was feeling restless. Very, very restless. The premenstrual primal drive to redecorate my entire house, one unnecessary DIY home "improvement" after another until finally, finally, I was spared by a "lightbulb moment." Literally.

My restlessness was taking form in the way of wanting, NEEDING to rip off the faux brass fireplace frame with the chain curtain that's supposed to keep the sparks from shooting out and burning holes in my rug, because it was too shiney, the chain curtains don't hang right anymore, and the chain pattern is too busy for my eyes. Too busy and too dusty. I can't relax as long as the fireplace has all those problems that are interfering with the feng shui.

Everyone gets urges like this, right? You know when the chi isn't right. You're laying in bed trying to read your book but the light from the window and penetrating the side of your eye forces you to climb out from under the nice cozy sheets and pull down the shade or else you'll never be able to move past the same paragraph you've read over and over without any idea what you just read?

My girlfriend Barbara told me to just rearrange the furniture. But I couldn't listen. After I pulled off the brass frame I had to keep going, in the same OC fashion that Maggie digs rabidly for some scent buried deep in the lawn where I'm trying to get the grass to grow. Fortunately for my husband, I found some patio lights with which to decorate the birch logs, found the warming, comforting energy I was looking for, and abandoned all matter of ripping out the perfectly fine marble surround.