Home Design

Eurydice starred at the catalogue that Edwin had passed to her for her perusal and she looked at it in pure amazement and confusion. There were just too many possibilities, and as she looked at each item, her initial concept for their new home started to fall apart.

``Hey sweetie, focus, will you? You're having that glazed look on your face again,'' Edwin said gently.

``But I can't help myself Edwin. I didn't realise that during the general sale, things were just THAT cheap. That made the possibilities much more for us! And I'm starting to wonder if my original design was too conservative.''

Edwin sighed. He loved Eurydice to bits, but he knew that at times she could be rather insecure, especially with regards to interior design, the new direction that she was trying to go to from her original specialisation of industrial design that she had a diploma in. To her, it felt similar yet each had idioms that were hard to conform to, but to Edwin they were the same and he felt that she never gave herself enough credit for the talent that she had. It didn't seem like much to her, of course, but Edwin knew better. He had actually helped her put together her portfolio and had a couple of friends who were in the industry vet her work, and they came to the conclusion that she was actually talented instead of whatever she thought she was. But he could never convince her on his own. He couldn't tell her that some of the industry heavy weights had already seen her work before either.

But this was for none of those. This was for their first home together. Home, not house, not apartment. A home. It was something more... intimate. Their home.

``Sweetie, let's just stick with your original design? No sense getting flustered like this, right? We had already agreed to your design, and we should just go for it. Instead of paying full price, we get a bigger discount, and we can use the amount saved for other things that the apartment needs that we didn't have the budget for before, yes?''

``I suppose you're right,'' Eurydice said as she sighed in resignation. All the possibilities slowly faded away into the background, leaving behind only the original concept that she had to begin with. She marked out the pieces of furniture in the catalogue and the two of them spent the next hour traipsing all over the place identifying the items and collecting them for payment and final delivery to their new apartment.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 2014-06-29 22:41:21)