I have been working with an interior designer to redecorate my bedroom. I have put in new hardwood floors, painted the walls, and added new furniture. I love the way the room is finally coming together. However, I have one very large window in the bedroom, and it sort of stands out on the wall because of its unusual size. I have always been at a loss as to what to do with it. I like the light it brings in, but hate the awkardness of it visually.

My designer had a great idea that solved the problem. She suggested that I buy blinds Manchester to match the color of the walls. I thought this was a strange idea until I saw the final look. The wierd window is no longer the focal point of the room. It actually belnds right into the wall, and the curtains pop against the paint color.

Any gardener or landscaper is familiar with using rocks or pebbles. Some tiny stones are effective in stopping drainage around flowers, plants, and small trees. Easy on the eyes, stones add a rocky, natural element to whatever it surrounds. Whereas rocks are big and clunky, most gravel is easy to move; however, the same rocky effect is achieved, albeit in a far daintier way.

In many cases, pea gravel is a dream for landscapers. The small pebbles can be loaded into the bed of a truck, and then scooped out and placed wherever it is needed. It feels and moves like sand, yet looks like rocks. It can also be used to make cement, giving the pebbles an elemental quality gardeners and landscapers dream of. The dream becomes real when a worker uses his shovel to pat down the tiny pebbles, turning the ground into a stony walkway.

I dislike golf very much, and I did not care one way or another about the game until I played it myself for the first time. I went to the golf course with a friend of mine who is a member of the country club attached to the golf course.

I am a novice at playing golf. I knew the very basic rules of it, but I figured I could get the handle of the game in no time, and I did. That is, until my first silica sand bunker. No matter how hard I hit that ball with my club, I could not get it out. I ended up taking a penalty to remove it from the hazard, and we continued on. The problem was that that penalty caused me to lose the game. The hazard making me lose the game is why I dislike golf so much.

This spring I decided to buy a house. One of the top selling features of this house was its huge backyard, it is almost half an acre in size. The thought of my young children being able to spend their childhood playing in this backyard lead me to believe that this was the house for me.
Fast-forward six months, and I can’t believe that I was so stupid to buy a house with such a huge yard. It takes two hours just to cut the lawn. I spend more money on gas for my lawnmower than for my car. You know what else I don’t like to deal with? Landscaping. Weekends are spent cutting bushes and shoveling mulch. Every tree is surrounded by stones and decorative aggregates that takes hours to weed. Worst of all, my kids would rather sit inside and play video games than play in the yard. I knew I should have bought a condo.