Katherine McFarlane, a young designer who is committed to her work. Her life was simple and just the way she wanted it until her best friends Birthday, she bought tickets to see Prince and The New Power Generation in concert and that's when it all c...
I was drawing the designs for my current client, this one wants everything that screams 'I'm from Texas' in every room of his house, I had my work cut out for me this week. I've been working my ass off with this project for a week and it's driving me up the wall, I'm more anxious than anything...what if my client doesn't like my designs, or gets offended if I go overboard with the whole Texas theme?
I groan in frustration and scrunch my drawing up in a ball and toss it to the growing pile in the corner of the room, the husband walks into the room. As much as I love him, he better be nice and not act like a little smart ass or so help me.
"I swear that pile of paper was half the size last time I was in the room." He points out.
I look up from my sketch pad to look up at him.
"I just...I'm stuck." I sigh.
He sits beside me, picking up my most recent failure. He unscrunches it and folds it out, looking at it.
"I like this one, why did you toss it?" He looks at me and asks.
"Because, its too much. I don't want to go overboard with the whole Texas thing, I don't want him to think I'm insulting him." I explain.
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I hate it when he looks at me like that...it's the 'I'm judging you silently' look. I roll my eyes, waiting for him to respond.
"How do you know unless you present the idea to him?" He asks, his facial expression gone from judging to curious.
"Because, I'm not set on what I'm gonna do yet. I'm tweaking what I originally wanted to do." I say.
He raises his eyebrow then looks at my pile of paper balls on the floor then back up at me.
"Which ball contains the original design? Oh wait...is this a lucky dip?" He asks.
I frown at his comments, snatching the paper from his hand and flinging it on the floor.
"If you're gonna be a pain in the neck, don't. I'm stressed enough as it is." I look at my sketch pad.
He sighs, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into him.
"I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't trying to annoy you, I just wish you knew how amazing you are at your job. You're over thinking this, why don't you draw some different designs and get him to pick out his favourite?" He suggests.
I tap my pencil on my chin, contemplating in doing that instead of continuing to see how many balls of paper it takes to fill the whole room which would eventually cause me to pull all my hair out.
"I could, I guess it wouldn't hurt." I shrug my shoulders.
"There's my girl. You haven't had any complaints on a room so far from every room you have designed in your whole career, so you must be doing something right." He kisses my cheek.
