Oh. My. Goddess.
The horror! The horror!
I have been unable to post for four days. Four. Mother. Fucking. Days.
But it's back. It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
And now, Friday's post that has been waiting for 101 hours to be posted....
You remember how yesterday I was talking about our crazy weather? Seventies on Wednesday, storms, hail, tornadoes that night and snow yesterday?
Remember back a few weeks ago and I said that one of the major things I wanted to accomplish this year was to tear down our dilapidated greenhouse?
... turns out the universe thinks that's a really good idea. I'm surprised it's still standing.
Of course, I'm overly giddy that this is happening. Aaron has been fighting me tooth and nail over tearing it down, despite knowing that if we wanted to fix it we'd still have to tear it down. Seven years ago, when we bought our home, I said the floor in there needed work. Did he listen?
Ha. That's a silly question, now isn't it?
Now, my biggest concern is of it actually falling and smooshing some plants. It's perfectly aligned to smash into some irises and the sage plant, and possibly a rose bush. And I'd really rather not lose all the pottery that's in the greenhouse, but I'm more concerned about the plants.
But if you think I'm stepping one foot in there you'd be batshit crazy. No chance. Nuh-uh. No way.
My universal karma has always been crap. Which is deal-able. I've just learned not to test the limits. Like, walking into a falling greenhouse. No thanks.
In better news, I found some yummy fabric last weekend...
... that I think matches my house really well. It's got the khaki of my living room, the red of the armoire, the brown of the couch, the sage of the entry room and black.
I need to make new valances for the entry room to replace the old ones that no longer match.
But, does that look a little like under the big top? Because even though my home is a circus, doesn't mean I want to decorate like it is.
And I definately think it will look great in the living room. And those curtains in there have got to go. I've been living with them for seven years with utter disgust. Way too heavy, way to formal and way not washable enough for my taste.
So, what do ya'll think?