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Reclaiming Our Turf

This morning was like moving day, except the part where you get into the car and drive away behind the big ugly moving truck and don't ever come back. This was a new concept for me. Nine pieces of furniture is on it's way to Ohio.

The living room is livable. The bedroom is well...sleepable.

We are considering sanding the piece of shit dining room table top and crackle glazing it so that it looks like really old wood under peeling paint. We did this with a sofa table and it turned out extremely well. We are going to paint the two moss green walls in the dining room a tan color, like old parchment. I have decided that moss green walls in a room with no sunlight depresses the shit out of me. We are going to leave the other two walls the sodeepburgandyit'snearlyblack color and paint one of the walls in the living room in that color and the other three the old parchment color. It should match the very few pieces of furniture we actually kept really well. At the moment monkeyboy is setting up the bigass television and stereo and running speaker wire for the surround sound.

Posted by gwendolyn on May 11, 2003 at 02:12 PM