This weekend Matt and I contracted the stomach flu from Jane. We stumbled around the house like zombies while Jane amused herself in her froggy chair. But one beacon of white light sparkled through a crack on this Halloween-Eve-weekend. My new lampshade was delivered.
And so I asked my sick, feverish husband for his opinion.
This was what he said.
Me: Hey Matt, does this lampshade look bad?
Me: You don't think it would look good on a smaller lamp?
Matt: Because it looks like a southwestern skirt. You know, not like a cool one, but one worn by a weird lady in Arizona. While she does a dance. With her sisters. At a festival. It's just a bad shade.
Me: But it's from Anthropologie.
Matt: It's still a bad shade.
Ask a feverish man a question, you'll get an interesting answer. But I'm pretty sure I'd wear that skirt. And dance with my sisters.