Lest it go unmentioned…
I would like to publicly thank those of my friends who
a) read my blog faithfully
AND
b) have come over recently.
(Tolleys, Kidds, Weckers, etc…)
Thank you for what?
For not looking coming in, looking around, and singing,
“Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!!!”
I’m thinking particularly of that Toys post. The one where I was beaming at the tinyness of our toy collection.
I showed you our new and improved Toy Cupboard. You’ll notice I didn’t show you the old and decrepit Toy Room. It’s still a little, um, full, as those who’ve been over will testify. I basically took everything out that I decided to keep, stuck it in that cupboard, and have deemed the rest unworthy. It was pretty quick and easy, but -alas- the last thrift store run or freecycle post has not been so quick to happen.
It will happen soon, though. Really it will.
And then…
Oh, joy, the
BIG MOVE.
Oh, Blogworld, I can hardly wait!
It’s going to be so, so awesome when everything lands where it needs to be! We’ll be able to walk in doorways without feeling trapped by furniture at our knees.
We’ll have a formal “sitting room” that always stays nice so The Bishop can invite elderly visitors in w/o worrying about them tripping and dying over toys. (Well, okay, so hypothetically the toys will not be as big an issue…)
The baby grand will be out of the main-thoroughfare, and hopefully suffer fewer dings and scrapes and clever carving by my naughty naughty children.
The toy play room will be closer to the kitchen… which I might not love, actually, but which will definitely keep toys out of that sitting room.
Oh, it really will be lovely!
Except I decided I reeeeally want to refinish the beautiful hardwood hiding underneath this beat up carpet. At least in the future Sitting Room. The room is going to be emptied, after all, and once the baby grand moves in there… Yeah. Ain’t happening after that.
But before the floor refinishing, I have to clear room for some furniture to hide during the interim… in the Office. (dun dun DUN.)
And before that, I have to clear junk out of said Office.
And before that, I have to get off my duff and work.
So I might as well wait for that DI run. There’s going to be one or two things to add to it when I find the carpet in our Office/Library/Disaster Room.
There’s a hole in my bucket, Dear Lia, Dear Lia. Don’t put it off. I go to the DI once a week even if it’s just a small box. I have to get the junk out of my house before it sucks my soul dry.
I haven’t been down in my basement in a couple weeks. Now you’ve motivated me to haul a few boxes upstairs and keep plugging away at it. I’m going to go get them right now before I go to bed and forget tomorrow. Thanks!
Well, first the elderly people have to successfully navigate our yard – much easier since we had it mowed yesterday! – and then clamber up our front port steps – without handrails, and which teeter precariously if you stand on an edge – and then correctly identify which of our two front doors – yes, we have two front doors – is the door for entry, as the other door naturally leads into the pit of despair.
Then, only after they’ve proven worthy through successful navigation of the exterior labyrinth, may the prospective visitor progress to the next stage of testing: to successfully identify and avoid the hazards and perils of the internal labyrinth inside the Smith home. Dun… dun… dun.
Muhahahahaha… (envision maniacal laughter, please)
Are you getting caught up in a perfectionist spiral again? Uh-o. So, go take your before picture already…
I’m with Lara on the D.I. run. Do it now. Plan on making many trips.
You can do it! Just don’t forget the before and after pictures.
We did a bunch of overhauling like that recently. I kept putting it off so we invited some people over, got some pizza, and rearranged my house (then fed them). It was awesome!
And I can’t wait to see your new sitting room when I next come over.