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That desk? The one I found all lonely in a corner at a garage sale? Remember her? She’s a big ‘un. Solidly built. None of that veneer or particle/pressed board on her base. At some point she was given a blond laminate top. Which . . . uh . . . . . → Read More: Zee Desk of Indigo Batikishness Part I: I’m a Winner! I’m sure you’re tiring of reading about bootcamp. But I just can’t shut myself up about it. When I started bootcamp last September I was a lot of things–but “fit” of any kind was not in the list. And really, I was only marginally . . . → Read More: I’m a Winner! I’m a Loser! I’m a Winner/Loser!  3 comments - (Comments are closed)  Bootcamping, Mrs. Spackle, Other Such It-ness, Things In Which I Have Been Trapped, Weight Watchering Sisterhood, I’m going to be very honest with you: for the first time ever in the history of The Other Such Household, I’m totally in love with our Christmas tree. Like, sit-and-gaze-lovingly-into-its-many-glittery-branches LOVE. Like, encourage-The-Child-to-rearrange-the-bottom-over-and-over-again-because-I-adore-seeing-her-next-to-it, two-of-my-fave-sights-in-one-place LOVE. Like, I-don’t-care-if-it-stays-up-til-May LOVE. Like, I-am-now-going-to-subject-you-to-multiple-pictures-of-it LOVE. I’ve never felt this way about . . . → Read More: The Other Such Tree Project Number 5, the final project, the living room. In the beginning there was a great open space:
I did what I could with it . . .
. . . which, after painting and new carpet, was basically to just move our stuff into it. Then . . . → Read More: Project No. 5: Warm Living Once upon a time I met a boy who was a much, much better cook than I. Some things have not changed. And yet, as you now know, I am set to unleash my inexperience on a large group of friends. Tonight. WOOOO! I’ve spent a couple of weeks . . . → Read More: Project No. 4: The Other Such Kitchen There was a day back in which there was no Marge. Not here anyway. And on that sad, lonely, pre-Marge day–that day back before the walls and floor had even been prepared for the likes of a Marge–the dining room looked thusly:
Enough dwelling on bleak . . . → Read More: Project No. 3: A Room Befitting A Marge As simply put as anything ever is around here: The guest room started as . . .
. . . and has been converted into something a little less, well, young-local-football-team-loving-boy’s (or painter’s-tape-loving-person’s? Because truly, when we taped off the baseboards last year, impossible to tell where wall ended . . . → Read More: Project No. 2: In the Interest of Well-Rested Grandparents Nine months of living in a blank canvas (or, you know, a decade spanning four houses) and a girl begins to realize that if things are ever going to adorn her walls she is going to need help and motivation. Motivation (or at least its blood-relative, inclination) came in the form . . . → Read More: Project No. 1: Whole Lotta Polka The Husband wants to take me to a concert featuring a couple of Texas music artists. Here comes the part where some of my friends might disown me: I am so unfamiliar with that genre of music that I’m not even sure I described it correctly. It’s not an unfamiliarity based on dislike. It just . . . → Read More: Oh, But It’s a Mighty Intoxicating Smell That Has Enveloped My Feet! |
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