Renovate

I started exercising a couple weeks ago.

I know what you're thinking: SERIOUSLY??!!??!!?? (remember when you used to write questions like that and pass them to your sixth grade best friend)

Yes. I'm as serious as a dictionary.

Or maybe even a thesaurus.

Yeah. Seriously.

Anyway, come to find out that what they say is true: exercise DOES make one feel better. I would go so far as to say optimistic, even.

Come to further find out that most of my blogging inspiration is housed in a somewhat sarcastic, often pessimistic place. A solid structure built with a hefty amount of annoyance. A cottage in my mind that Endorphins have turned into a construction zone. Cones, barrels and yellow tape. The works.

Or

I am just too exhausted to find things ironic or infuriating. Or to type.

(have I mentioned how tired I am?)

?????!!!!!??!!?!

In the mean time, please have your fill of pictures. As it turns out, my physical dwelling has recently been the recipient of a few minor changes, as well.

Behold, the much-anticipated entry wall:
(with a base coat of turquoise and a red bow)



(and after lots of aggravation, por fin el fin)


Also, my orange cabinet, which made its public debut a while back in a post related to skinny jeans:


(and my new turquoise lamp...is it not to DIE for? Now I need to paint that green wall. I'm thinking dark brown?)

I welcome any and all suggestions (unless you hate my turquoise wall, in which case I say to you good day). Also welcome: volunteers to help choose paint, volunteers to tape off baseboards, volunteers to babysit while I paint (or nap), volunteers to bring me cookies and keep me company while I paint (or nap).


La Fin.