Guess what, internets?
It’s time for the monthly Hey-Y’all-My-House-Is-A-Wreck post!
OH MERCY it wears me out.
I would imagine that you feel the same way. Feel free to scream “GRAB HOLD OF THE REINS, WOMAN!” at your computer screen.
Okay. That’s enough now.
First I give you the suitcase that has been in the middle of our bedroom floor for almost two weeks. It’s not completely unpacked yet because, well, I’m just not ready for that level of commitment.

And as you can see, it really adds something special to the overall look of the room. In fact, it’s almost as lovely as the chair that’s piled high with heaven knows what.

Though I believe there’s a board game somewhere at the bottom of the heap. Hullabaloo, anyone?
Also: does anyone know when the bedroom-painting elves are supposed to arrive? Because I could have sworn that they were planning to hit our house before August – with a lovely sage-y taupe in hand.
Next up is the GeoTrax train that exploded in our living room. Along with some shoes.

But it’s okay, really, because I hear that deconstructed toy train art is all the rage in preschool circles. At least that’s what I tell myself when I step on a caboose and then fall up the steps like the graceful swan that I am.
And while I did in fact conquer Clean Laundry Mountain a couple of weeks ago, she beckons me once again.

There’s no doubt in my mind that far away, in western Colorado, Barb looked at that picture and started to twitch just a little bit.
So turn away, Barb, before you see what’s next.

THE PLAYROOM.
I’d appreciate your prayers.
And I’ll be back when my rooms are as clean as my ear canals.
Hopefully pointy steel instruments will not be required.



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