I bought three candlesticks on the Southern Living discontinuation sale for $5 a piece. I grew to love the candlesticks. It was a beautiful thing. I was happy, they were happy. They reveled in the fact that they were the ONLY breakable items in my house. I reveled in the fact that they were so colorfully enthusiastic. It was a comfortable relationship of mutual respect.
Then one of the boys threw a ball in the house. One candlestick did not react well. One candlestick was shattered beyond repair.
Then there was two. Two. Only two didn't look very good. Two was too few. Two was too lonesome. Two didn't follow the rule of odd for decorating. Boo on two.
I went for help. Southern Living didn't have them (hence the DISCONTINUATION sale). Ebay did. I bid. I bid. I won! I won a lot of two for $15 a piece. Two plus two equalled four.
Then there was four. Four? Only four didn't look very good. Four was too many. Four was a crowd. Four didn't follow the rule of odd for decorating. Boo on four.
I separated the new pair. I placed one of the newbies in a closet. Bye, bye one. Four minus one equaled three.
Then there was three. Three. Three looked good. Three was company. Three follows the rule of odd for decorating. Yeah for three.
Then one of the boys crawled onto the counter and pushed a candlestick onto the floor. One candlestick did not react well. One candlestick was shattered beyond repair.
I brought back newbie. I released him from the closet. Hi one! Two plus one equals three.
Then there was three. Three. Three looks good. Three is company. Three follows the rule of odd for decorating. Yeah for three.*
*That is as of the time of this post. I still have three boys...and no candlesticks held in reserve. I am living on the edge.
When I am not here.
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