Why am I planning to purge a storage room, sorting into donate/keep-storing piles? And why am I doing that in order to make room for stuff I'll use to decorate the house? When the hell did I become too good for repurposing and making cool stuff out of found objects? Granted, when life goes into whirlwind mode, it's easy to do things like not realize you have the makings of an immensely cool abode right at your stressed-out fingertips.
Life has suddenly become much, much easier. The home I'd planned after scrapping the plans I had pre-Didgeridoo Boy isn't anywhere to be found, and I'm not structuring this process in such concrete form. Beyond ensuring that everything winds up functional, comfortable, attractive (to us), and fun, there's no plan.
I'd really like to get this done by July. It's June. Oh, hell.
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