My new digs scream 1968. They make me want to feather my hair and go steady with Greg Brady.
At 6:00 I ran in to check them.
I found a giant crock pot of oatmeal soup.
So I cranked it up to high and went back to bed for 45 minutes.
When I checked again, it had boiled over and slimed my pink counter top.
(The counters almost match the swiney-pink of the bathroom floor.)
I have no garbage disposal here. I have no field to dump woebegotten food in. What's a girl to do?
I took to facebook for answers.
Two (former) friends suggested dumping them in the...I can't even bring myself to say it.
I suspended them from my wall for 48 hours, at which time I will re-assess.
It cracked my business up when some of you kindly commented that you can't wait to see me "work my magic" on this place.
The truth is, my magic-maker is on hiatus.
Also, there's only so much you can do with beige walls, beige insulated draperies, beige carpet (except for in the kitchen - the carpet's turquoise in there) and a ban on putting nail-holes in the walls.
Mostly, I'm enjoying the opportunity to just lay low. I'm unpacking a few key items (anything with color), throwing them around, and calling it a day.
Ask me again come February, but for now, I'm finding that I am just immensely grateful for this cozy, temporary home.
It's teaching me new things about myself.
*For the rest of the Letting Go series, click here.