Shine on, cows.
It was all rather accidental that I ended up living where I did.
I had planned to move someplace very close to my work, and found a place. Then my landlord backed out at the last minute, and I had to scramble to find something else affordable, available, and pet friendly, and had to widen my search. But now I’m so grateful that I ended up exactly where I did. I love my neighborhood, I love my very protective roommates.
I’d finished the bulk of my unpacking pretty quickly, but the bookshelves and knickknacks remained a challenage. See, I’d downsized from a full house, and so I’d kept only my favorite things. But my favorite things from my old living room didn’t really match my favorite things from my old bedroom, etc. And after looking it all over, trying to find a few things that worked together, I just gave up. There’s wasn’t enough storage in my room for all the things that wouldn’t match, and besides what was the point of keeping them if I was going to hide them away; I kept them because I like them, and there’s a story behind most of my favorite things.
So I asked Rhett, a man of taste and imagination, to validate my whim to just throw caution to the wind.
So if you are overwhelmed and dizzy from what follows, RHETT SAID I COULD, OK?
More pictures and details (including confirmation that yes, that is Golden Girls on the TV) here.
My room now reminds me of both a childs bedroom and a back porch. Tell me that’s not awesome.
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Isn’t that how houses are supposed to look? Surrounded by things you love? I think houses you see in magazines are more like museums. Filled with things that were bought, not with things that are loved.
I remember those dog masks (hanging on your bed), we wore them while talking to the police officer about your neighbors selling pot. He kept saying “all you have to do is call the police, just call the police..” And I thought, “aren’t you the police?”
Fun times.
Cols – Daw. I bet your house is beautiful.
Lola – I didn’t care that he was smoking pot, I cared that he was selling it to ten year olds. Also, I cared that he was doing meth, and chasing another guy around with a hammer.
Fun times!
*giggle*
Were you seriously watching The Golden Girls?
I have decided that I need to live with you. So we can thank each other for being a friend. Yep.
Ed – Honestly, that surprises you?
Lisslo – OHMYGOD, when we’re old, let’s all live together.