I HATE the new bathroom rug, in case you've been mulling it over during your tea time. "I wonder how June's liking that new bathroom rug?" Answer: I do not. It's too fluffy and it never gets dry, which someone here told me was the problem with that rug. It's like you're stepping onto the back of a wet bear whenever you get out the tub.
The day I was looking for throw rugs, there was also an Oprah's-close-friend-Nate Berkus rug that I considered, and it was even on sale. It was the Nate Berkus Tsunami Sale or something. You'll be swept away by these deals. And I said, nah, this fluffy one's cheaper and so fluffy and I really can't wait to step on a wet bear each day in a fluffy manner.
So there's that update, and you're welcome.
In the meantime, listen to this stupidity. Remember how I had three floor-to-ceiling bookshelves at my old house? I really didn't feel like moving them, and they're so large and cumbersome and the 1926 rooms here are smaller than my old 1950 rooms, so I left the bookshelves with the tenants, wrote it into the lease and everything. Then we got here and said, "God, we really don't have enough bookshelves."
Ned and I took EIGHT boxes of books to the used bookstore place, where they'll buy your books, and I took countless more to the charity box, and we still must have 500 books here.
Yesterday at work they sent out an announcement. They're selling six-foot-tall bookshelves, white, for $10. So guess who owns two MORE bookshelves now? The other thing is that we want to put a dog gate between the dining room and living room, but the entryway is six feet wide. Who did they build this house for, the wide lady at the 1926 circus?
In fact, I can see where there used to be doors there, between the living and dining rooms, and I'll bet you anything they were French doors, doors that smoked Gauloises and wore berets and ate scrambled ouefs and stalked black and white cats thinking they were skunks and so on. How pretty would it have been to have those French doors? Plus, any time we wanted to keep the dogs out, click! We could shut our pretty French doors. Loosen up that pretty French door. Let me pour you a good long drink. Oooo baby don't you hesitate.
Rod Stewart and Pepe LePeu had a lot in common, with the lasciviousness.
Tonight's the night, baybeee, mmmm, mmm, mmm! Oh, mon cheri! Gonna bee all right! Mmmm, mmmm, mmm!
I have never found French men to be hot. They kind of creep me out. Too obvious or something.
Oh my god, my tangents are ridiculous at this point. What I was saying was, when the Tall Boy was here the other day, he pointed out that we could put a bookshelf IN that huge entryway, so then we wouldn't have to get such a long ridiculous pet gate. I love it when someone comes over and solves your problem like that.
But who has suggestions for what else we can do? We don't have enough closet space, particularly coat closet space, of which we have none. What should we get to house our coats and scarves and so on? I'm repurposing all my drawers, so to speak, and using one dresser for linens, and I'm no longer able to have one drawer for underthings and one for socks. It's all going together. I wear socks about twice a year, so why do they get their own drawer anyway?
So, that's where I am today. That's where my brain is. I know it's fascinating, but it's what's on my mind.