What do you do when your house heater is as old as Larry King and turning it on seems akin to a game of Russian Roulette? I kid you not, even Uncle Kitty is a bit nippy in here. Until that glorious day when we dive deep into our pockets for a new centralized heating apparatus, I'm bonded to a fleece blanket throughout the entire winter (and no, it's not a snuggie).
Besides daydreaming of safe heat, I cannot wait until our Family Room is ready for use. This past weekend we purchased our wannabe Jane Bi-Sectional sofa in, dare I say, off-white. This means it will be a no food, no drink zone. Knowing me, I'm sure I'd somehow stone skip tomato sauce on it from the kitchen; I'll betcha five dollars.
We still have a few other minor details to take care of, for example, replacing the ceiling fan.
Have you seen anything so repulsive to the naked eye?
The door that leads to the backyard is also an eye soar BUT perhaps salvageable.
In a perfect world with money trees blooming by the minute, I'd replace the incumbent with a pair of french doors or better yet, tear it all down for a Nanawall.
Ok, ok, so the door screams 1970's...but something about the detailing screams 'I could be awesome.'
A pop of color could do the trick. I can see it wearing a fuchsia or caramelized orange. Am I crazy?? Chris thinks so and wants to replace it ASAP. I on the other hand think it's crazy to play Call of Duty until 4am but, whose to judge?