posted February 19, 2011 in About 2 Comments

Yes, please!

Just using that simple phrase makes me giddy… especially in response to life’s luxuries. It’s a perfect response for:

• Would you prefer whipped cream on your latte?
• Do you mind if I upgrade you to First Class?
• Would you like to go out with me tonight?
• Do you care for dessert tonight?

“Yes, please!” ISN’T:
Yeah.
Okay.
Sure, why not?

“Yes, please!” IS:
I whole-heartedly embrance your offering.
I’m would love that!
My momma taught me well / I went to school in the South.

When I was asked if I would like to check a second bag back to Denver after teaching a workshop in Minneapolis this week, my response: “Yes, please!”

Dumping the contents of said bag meant a TSA inspection would expose my sense of decor, nesting sensibilities, and confidence in my metrosexual tendencies.

My proud Ikea loot, partly inspired by Ikeahackers:
In another life, I’d be architect / interior decorator. For now, I’m proud to call myself a photographer / interior decorator-wannabe.

PS – This post is entirely based on a true story. Including the fact Ikea will open it’s doors in Denver Fall 2011. Proof.

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Posted by R. J. on February 19, 2011