dime games

I don't get something.

Let's say, you have a vision for your house: you want the white picket fences and the ostentatious pond, complete with black and white swans, flamingo figurines and a nature path to snake through the wide rolling hills you call your garden. Then, you lust after the head-banging-heart-stopping sound system and the plush, lush sofas and footrest. Afterall, a girl needs a nice place to put her feet up. You also want the eccletic collection of antiques- no, not the silly mock up kind from pottery barn- the true blue kind, shipped in from over there and beyond. You demand the perfect frills on your silk curtains, the perfect lighting for your perfect collection of fine art, the perfect this for the perfect that. Ah... you want the perfect house. Xbpx 360 and all.

And so, you find yourself a interior designer and architect and you lay out all your plans. You remind them not to forget the Starke showersheads for your bathrooms and the Italian made copper pots that would make Wolfgang Park proud. And... oh, before you forget, you say, almost as a passing comment over your shoulder... "by the way, please don't spend too much money. I'm on a budget. Oh, and, yeah, I can't afford to pay you either, but you're such a darling and I've known you for, like, forever. IF you need, rope a few of my friends in and forc-I mean, convince- them to, I don't know.. chip in to build the walls, the roof...whatever...Thanks!"

Seriously. If you want the Princess Diana works, marry a prince.
Don't fake it.
Its tiresome and annoying.
And rude.