Decorating Genes
The wife of the man who roofed my garage is an interior designer. I was admiring her work and getting to know her a little better, because I'm going to eventually need help. As I explained to her, I don't have whatever decorating genes women are supposed to be born with. She put her hand on my arm and said, "But you must be good at other things, right?"
I was so dumbfounded, I couldn't think of anything.
She leaned in and said, "But you are good at something, aren't you?"
Now, when I've explained my lack of decorating skills to men, I usually get a laugh and some commiseration, because they know. Even joking with the women I work with, they understand. This reaction was completely unexpected and, three days later, I'm still wondering what in the hell I'm good at.
I was so dumbfounded, I couldn't think of anything.
She leaned in and said, "But you are good at something, aren't you?"
Now, when I've explained my lack of decorating skills to men, I usually get a laugh and some commiseration, because they know. Even joking with the women I work with, they understand. This reaction was completely unexpected and, three days later, I'm still wondering what in the hell I'm good at.
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