I always like to do the bad news first. I don't know why. I guess I'd rather end on a slightly higher note than the one I began with. A few days ago I was rummaging around barefoot in my room and *sloshed* my foot in a puddle. That's never good. We found that there is a long crack in the foundation of the house. The smell of the old wet carpet pad would make your toes curl. I have subsequently moved out of my bedroom- hopefully temporarily. I'm sort of half in the room next door and half living at my sisters. One sister is out of town for work so I'll sleep in her comfy bed while she's gone. We'll see what happens when she gets back. There are plenty of spare beds at my parents house. But I've been spoiled with how awesome- and how big- my bed is. I forgot what it's like to sleep with my feet hanging off the end of the bed because I'm too tall for it.
You ready for the good news?
All this means that the wall has to get torn out and *that* means
That's right! The killer corn husk dolls are going to be but a memory... or recurring nightmare.
Pulling down the panelling on the wall also revealed the former occupant's taste (my big brother had the room originally) so for your viewing pleasure, and as a respectful farewell to the decorating taste of siblings past:
I think I prefer the sports wallpaper.
1 comment:
That is so exciting for you! I too have an extra bedroom if you need it!
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