When Asherel and I had gone to Bed, Bath and Beyond for the shelf, I asked her if there was anything else we needed.
"A new shower curtain?" she asked.
That stopped me in my tracks.
"Is there something wrong with the rubber ducky shower curtain?"
"Oh no," she answered. "I just thought you might want a change."
Like into someone with taste?
"I like the rubber ducky shower curtain," I said softly.
And I do. I like the bright yellow bathroom. Yellow is a cheery color. It oozes good natured-ness. And the shower curtain isn't covered with rubber duckies. At least not large rubber duckies.That would be tacky.It is tastefully dotted with small rubber duckies. There is just a happy parade of large ones across the top section. The bottom is elegant blue stripes with carefully appointed small ducks as accents.
But should we ever decide to sell the house, I will probably need to kill the ducks. As a friend once so aptly expressed this sort of designer direction, it is "taste specific." This was her gentle way of saying "trashy...unrefined....childish....undignified."
The great king David, progenitor of the Messiah, was also described as undignified. When he victoriously returned the ark of God to its rightful place, he danced nearly naked down the city street. His wife was horrified as she watched David celebrating with such crude, plebian enthusisam. His response is one of the best retorts I have ever heard- "It will celebrate before the Lord; I will become even more undignified than this...."
Dignity is highly overrated, I think. Childlike abandon and enthusiasm before God is perhaps not just for children.
I got my three rubber duckies and arranged them carefully on the top shelf in the bathroom. I defy anyone to not smile in that room.
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