If you view the post prior to this one, you'll understand the title very well. Not only did we downsize from 2600 square feet to 1400, but we managed to unpack a cluttered jungle of boxes in just a few weeks! Aside from that nervous eye twitch I now get at the mere sight of a cardboard box, I think we did pretty well. Who says obsessions aren't healthy? Ha!
By the way, now is a pretty good time to visit the Salvation Army of South Austin. You'll find half of our old shit there - some good shit, some just shit. All of it thrown hastily in garbage bags as I cursed loudly at the gods for allowing me to purchase way too much shit over the years. All of it lucky it wasn't set ablaze in the front yard. Enjoy.
Another view of the living room, from the kitchen. That's the john straight ahead.
Up until today the dining room has been such a crap catcher, I had forgotten what the top of the table even looked like. Ah...so pretty.
And now for some more of our favorite things:
"Drink up darling... It's so good for you." Original collage art right next to the morning crack maker. Love it. Thank you, DaDaDreams. You are a creative genius and wonderful maker of weird things.
These super bad ass shower curtains are actually really long drapes I got and sprayed with water repellent anti-mold stuff. They add a really cool dramatic effect to our compact bathroom and hang from a zip line curtain holder.
This is some really cool fabric that we framed for some interesting living room art. I think I'll do a few more of these and make a set. Different multi-colored patterns for the other ones maybe?
I found these little tea light holders at Hobby Lobby a year ago and finally have a home for them. Aren't they cool?
Yep, it's more weird dog art. This pervy pooch is hanging up in the bathroom now (along with the outhouse dogs), staring down anyone who dares to think they're alone while sitting on the loo.
Funky blue carpet in the kitchen update:
While Mr. Blue (our most favorite fuzzy kitchen carpet ever - as modeled here by Jack), fared well to start, he eventually got dirty and had to be washed. It was our mistake not realizing his limitations. Once a foofy foot heaven, his consistency is now more like a mangy old stuffed animal who's been washed too many times. No amount of brushing will save him either, and I only have myself to blame. I should have realized his hair was a lot like my old stuffed kitty, Foofers. Foofers didn't wash well either, and came out of the dryer with a natty white dread fro. I cried then for Foofers, and I cry now for Mr. Blue. Jack looks forward to inheriting him though.
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It looks awesome! You done good! I love the neighborhood and the views!
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