“QUICK!” Ha! Who’m I kidding?
And “really important”—wooooooo, that’s a chuckler, too.
I’m supposed to be working on year-end bookkeeping and reports and tallying and blah-blah-blah. But it’s been so long since you and I had a chat. And if I get the bookkeeping and reporting and tallying done . . . → Read More: QUICK! Sixteen Really Important Things from 2012 That I Forgot to Share
Okay, so backing up about six projects to . . .
Which, you know, not really a coffin so much as a comparatively-plain wardrobe that was found hanging out among some rather fancy armoires and burled-wood wardrobes on the back aisle of an antiques store.
. . . → Read More: Madame Waredrobe
Tore up my kitchen, I did.
Underestimated my need for order, I have.
Feeling in the tips of 2.5 fingers, I lack.
Of tearing down cabinets and walls last night, I dreamt.
Better to just move, I think.
Certifiable, I am.
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
Either it’s been slowing settling in for me or I’ve just become increasingly ready to admit it:
In an variety of ways, I’ve been on pause since about December 4, 2009.
That day, December 4, 2009, was the day on which the forward progression of my idea of our . . . → Read More: Unpausing
Today we took down the garland and packed up the tree.
Now, before moving non-holiday decorations back into their places, we are observing a moment of silence for the sad, empty corner where our Most Favoritist Tree Ever stood.
And we’re waiting for creative suggestions from Mrs. Spackle . . . → Read More: A Moment of Silence for The Corner That Held The Tree
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