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I live in a constant state of disarray. I wish I would be motivated and finish unpacking and get my act together here. I have such cute things and great ideas but not the willpower to actually sew the curtains and hang the mirror, take back the lampshade or hook up the dvd player in a nice, cords neatly tucked behind the tv, sort of way.
My landlord, Allan, is of the old well-meaning grandfather sort. He promises to take away the extra two refrigerators, clean out the room full random crap in the basement, fix the attic access hole (currently some cardboard), and get us some new windows. I'd really like to think he will get it all done this summer, but i have a sinking feeling that i am kidding myself.
We have a surplus of furniture. Two incredibly comfortable chairs sit before me. Both were clearly manufactured in the 70s, as I cannot figure out how to make them appear as if they are wanted, loved, pieces of furniture. Or at least get some yellow that color somewhere else in this room.
Oh the decorating woes of a renter, most especially one of a house dating back about a century.
My landlord, Allan, is of the old well-meaning grandfather sort. He promises to take away the extra two refrigerators, clean out the room full random crap in the basement, fix the attic access hole (currently some cardboard), and get us some new windows. I'd really like to think he will get it all done this summer, but i have a sinking feeling that i am kidding myself.
We have a surplus of furniture. Two incredibly comfortable chairs sit before me. Both were clearly manufactured in the 70s, as I cannot figure out how to make them appear as if they are wanted, loved, pieces of furniture. Or at least get some yellow that color somewhere else in this room.
Oh the decorating woes of a renter, most especially one of a house dating back about a century.