Listening to Your inner Voice-Part 2

I shoulda listened.

It would have saved me some grief.

It's not a big deal.

It's just that now I have another thing on my list of things to do.

You see, I've wanted a new bedspread for a loooong time.

It has to be just the right one.

Not a heavy comforter.

Because we live in AZ.

I like the color red.

Just because.

I could never find just the right one.

Until I was surfing the internet last week and I saw one that spoke to me.

I had received an unexpected refund from a medical bill.

I had a little saved from the measly paychecks I receive for transcribing doctor reports.

And I thought, hey....just go for it.

But then I hesitated just a little bit.......

And I forced myself to push the purchase button.

Because it was high time I got a bedspread.

And I needed to just be done with it.

The UPS man rang my doorbell the other night.

In anticipation, I went running, opened the box and laid the bedspread on my bed.

My heart sank.

I just wasn't feeling it.

I took a picture with my cell phone and forwarded it to some of  the female members of the family for her opinion.

The response was all a guarded, well....yes, it's nice.

I could tell they were trying not to hurt my feelings.

Finally the statement,

"It just isn't you exactly."

Even TL kindly said it was fine with him.

I even asked Steve's girlfriend her opinion.

She liked it.

I think because she wants to please me.

But they were all right.

It wasn't me.

Too country.

I like toile, just in smaller amounts.

So there you go.

Listen to the inner voice.

Now I have to trot down to the mall 20 miles away to return it.

And start my quest for a bedspread all over again.

I shoulda listened.