Front Room Reconnoiter'd

See that? That is the face of contentment. If you had looked at this face before the weekend it would not have looked like that. It was more contorted, stretched and angled, anxiety and panic with a hint of dread. But then we gutted the front room, guest room, storage room, junk room, call it what you will, scrubbed it floor to ceiling and put it back together and now it has a proper title; Baby Boys' Room. 

This shelf just 48 hours ago held old Hardy Boys books, boxes of old photos and negatives, guitar pedals and cords, an actual camcorder, a fake skull from my teens, about three hundred 4-track cassette tapes and a squirrel statue meant for the garden. Now it looks like this.

And I don't think we could have gotten it done with much less time to spare.

The Room Of Doom

Today we tackled the toughest room in the house. The dumping ground thru the summer and into the holidays and the new year. Not to mention all supplies hidden in the nooks and crannies, bits and pieces of projects we planned on getting around to on those rainy days and then never did. This day was dreaded. We put our heads down and got thru it, and possibly even had a good time by the end of it all. Yuula appreciates another room for her to run around in, and I finally have the setup I was looking for. Albeit temporarily.

Yuula helped vacuum.

And then she ran around like a bird.

And we love her.