Remember when I said it usually looks bad before it look good. Or something like that. I'm paraphrasing. Anyway. You can usually replace "it" with "my hair", "my garden in spring", "the flan I made last night", etc.
Today, it's my house. There are mounds of clutter everywhere on their way out of my house. Unfortunately, I can't really tackle them with Lam and me sick... again. Sigh.
It's times like these that I sit on the couch, box of tissues in one hand and remote control in the other, and stare at the crap and wonder when my house will ever look the minimalish paradise I plan it to be.
So, I have to remember that Rome wasn't built in a day, a journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step, and you eat an elephant one bite at a time.
It then follows that my journey to my Roman construction site with a mouth full of elephant will start with my diningroom...
See? It's a freakin' CAVE! How cavey? We have to always turn on the light in the daytime to have lunch. Not good.
The clutter is leaving, and in a move that I know would make Francine of Miss Minimalist cheer, I'm painting the walls white. Okay, three of them white. One will stay red.
Super, mondo excited.
Deadline: May 31. Sigh. Wish me luck.