Secondly, and of more immediate importance, do you remember my living room? The one that had a bed propped up against one wall for a year? The one that was full of junk that all got sold in a garage sale over the summer?
It gives me hives just looking at these.
And then I showed you what it looked like when all the stuff was gone and the clouds parted and angels sang and life was beautiful again?
Dear Lord: Thank you for hardwood floors. Amen.
Well I'll show you a couple of hints. I can't show you the whole room yet (until it's done!!), but I can't resist showing you a couple little elements.
The first five photos are basically journalist pornography.
Antique typewriters? You shouldn't have.
Both of these were discovered in my husband's grandmother's home after her passing. Along with many, many other gems.
Dear Underwood: I love you. Goodbye.
You had me at QWERTY
Yes, that does say The Pocket Book of Boners. No, it is not a pocket book of erect male genitalia.
We have oodles and oodles of old family photos.
And old books.
And a cat in a box.