Piglet still hates Frances, but he’s decided that his hate is not strong enough to keep him from hanging out with me when the dog is around. Usually this means being on the floor, by my feet. Sometimes he naps, which is sweet. Sometimes he bites my feet, which is not so sweet. It is also kind of stupid, because the only thing between Piglet and the evil dog is me. Biting me does not make me very inclined to protect him.
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The tuffet is comfy and the cats love to lounge on it, but it is hideous. The upholstery is some sort of velour that attracts cat hair and is impossible to clean. I wanted to cover it, but couldn’t find anything that was soft enough to feel nice but that also was not a hair magnet. I finally found a polyester shower curtain at Target that wasn’t too ugly. The teals go with the teals in my living room, and the red in it is about the same shade I’m planning on painting my project dresser. And, it is slick enough that hair brushes off it.
Has there ever been a more pitiful sight? I do not think so! Miss Frances was a sick little girl last night. She’s all better now, though.
If you don’t let your dog on the furniture, you will never know the joy of having her head cradled in your lap while she snores sleepily.
I was starting to wonder when Spring would finally start to show its head, and look! Here it is! But because I am never happy, I really wish the temperature hadn’t gone straight from 30s to 70s. Could we have a few weeks of 50s and 60s, pleaseandthanks?
She has retractable ears. Also, she does not approve.
A coworker gave me this dresser. It’s from the 1930s (I think). I don’t know woods well enough to tell if it’s walnut or mahogany. Mahogany, I think? I’m really not interested in stripping it. Too much work and I am WAY LAZY. But it needs to be painted. Badly. I keep waffling about the color, though. Red, I think? Everything else in my living room is either boring beige (carpet, sofa, walls) or some shade of bluey-greeny. I think red would complement the blues.
Remember my giant wall of bookshelves? I am out of space, but I keep accumulating books. It’s a sickness, I know. So last weekend I finally got fed up with the stacks of books lying everywhere and decided to put up more bookshelves.
The obligatory before shot of the short wall in my living room that is, shockingly, full of NO BOOKS.
Step 1: Cover the cheap-ass, fakety-fake wood boards. They were beyond ugly, so I wrapped them in hippie love-in fabric.
It’s super easy to do. Just pretend that each board is a giant present.
Et voila.
After
red paper boat 