New Look Bedroom

The bed is in the same place. Pretty much everything else is different.

The cushions on the new chairs will need a couple of days to finish expanding, but they’ve come a long way in about two hours since I sliced open the vacuum sealed package they shipped in.

One cat shows tentative approval. The other is hiding in terror, though she was all over the new chairs as I was putting them together. The rug was just too much for her tender little soul though.

The mirror is kinda my crowning achievement. The two paintings behind the bed were a nightmare to hang and will forever feel like the bane of my existence.

Robert wrote this post while whistling past american’s graveyard.

Pre-Fab

The bonanza of pre-fab furniture continues. It also distracts us from the fall of western civilization.

Poser

Look at my cat, Robin. What a poser.

That pic is my photo a day number 185/365. But wait, there are two more pictures of this little poser, mugging it up for the camera.

Photo a Day

Yeah, my last post said it feels like a normal Monday. That feeling went right down the crapper about 20 minutes after I published the post. Fun.

I did get a nice cat pic for today’s photo a day thing. Number 184/365. We’re over half way through the project… again. I mean, this is the sixth year in a row I’ve done this thing. I shouldn’t call it a photo a day for a year thing anymore, I should call it a photo a day for a decade thing. Anyway, here’s Robin Sparkles the photogenic feline.

New Drawer Pulls

Nice, huh? My hands are really sore.

Mirror

I’m not the mirror selfie type, generally speaking, but I did just hang this huge ass mirror so…

Did it Happen?

The car was packed up… did the band practice happen? It’s been so very long…

Yes! Yes it did happen! All four of us were there. The first band practice in ages!

Yes, we sucked but who cares! It was fun and we weren’t nearly as bad as we could (should) have been. We have tentative plans to try again next week. Fingers crossed, folks. A few practices… get back into playing shape… relearn a bunch of songs… book a gig. That’s the hope. We’ll see how it goes.

Stop Changing Things

Robin Sparkles looks at me and asks, “why are you moving furniture around and bringing in new stuff and hanging stuff on the walls? Don’t you know you’re messing with my vibe?”