My daughter watches a lot of television. At least it seems like it to me. I’m not a TV snob. I’ll admit I watch television. I like the History Channel, and old movies, and public television. I like slapstick comedy. And crime dramas. I don’t like talk shows or chick flicks. Or news the likes of such and such a movie star was seen at so and so restaurant. Not my thing. I think my daughter watches some of that stuff.
Personally, I’d rather see her read a book or take a walk around the block. But I don’t see me walking around the block either so I can’t really say much. Lead by example. I’ve always tried to get my kids interested in art and antiques and they are doing pretty well. They have been to art museums in London. And Rome. And New York. They tag along sometimes when I go antiquing. And actually buy some things for themselves. And I was surprised this weekend when they agreed to go to an auction with me. I bought a bunch of treasures. They didn’t see any. Or didn’t buy any I like to think. But progress.
Lately I’ve been buying a lot of fixer upper furniture. I have a vision for how it might look restored to its original appearance, but not how it might be repurposed. Or restyled. But it turns out that my daughter, the TV watcher, has a good eye for what can be done to give something old a great new appeal. Great ideas! I’m so proud of her.
Did I mention? She picks up a lot of tips and ideas from…television. She loves HGTV and that’s what they do. Buy a junky old chair, wipe off the dirt and grime, paint it bright green and voilà! Major interior design statement. Or something like that.
She’s been a big help. Her ideas are going to make money. I may be able to take her on as a partner yet. I still think she should read a book, but if TV gives her these ideas I guess I’ll let her continue to watch.
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