Just kidding. After moving six times in the last four years, I think I’m just hardwired to pack things into boxes and stack them somewhere in our house every nine months or so. Seems like my calling in life.
In reality, it is finally time for us to deal with this:
Which really extends across the entire living room ceiling:
Because of the havoc that is about to come, I’m putting everything in the living room into boxes and getting it all out of here. I’m sort of digging these shelves sans books right now:
It also means that since chaos is about to ensue anyway, we might as well finally get 1984 completely out of the living room by employing some cheap child labor:
She does a great job, don’t you think? Just a mere 24 hours ago, this spot too had 1984 glued firmly in place. Now look at it. Now it just has 1984 painted there, but it is all ready for a fresh look next week.
Problem? Craig and I are having trouble agreeing on the paint color. He doesn’t think the fabric I picked out really goes that well with the carpet. Last night I posted all 18 yards on ebay and Craig’s List and am hoping for the best. In the meantime I’m saying just do it. Paint it something. Something that isn’t peach. Or black. I’ll deal with the fabric issue later.
2009, here we come.