Nope. I was in the throws of turning what looked like this ...
|My Aunt Linda standing in the middle of my unnecessary stack of clutter looking skeptical.|
... into this,
|BAM, all pretty!|
and this ...
|The mountains of ridiculousness in the bedroom.|
... into this.
|Hi Olivia, I can see you there now!|
I do not usually keep a perfect house, or anything close to it. I am lucky to keep one or two 'high traffic' areas of the house mostly tidy at any given point, and I would have told you pigs would probably fly before I could get my entire household space to this level of being clean and pulled together without some outside forces of evil condemning me to hours upon hours of cleaning purgatory. Well, I suppose the outside forces of evil decided to play some horrible joke on me, so I did the only thing I knew to do when in need of some serious house help, and called in the big gun - my Aunt Linda. Aunt Linda has helped me previously in trying to attain some visual appeal, sense of sanity, & beautiful decor in my first house, which you can revisit here. For me, the whole process of working with her to arrive at this level of household transformation is kind of like asking your Fairy Godmother for help, and having her figuratively kick your ass for a concentrated period of time in order to achieve the results you asked for. Fortunately, this approach works exceptionally well for me when it comes to getting things done around the house, and might be about the only approach that does work. For those of you that know me well, it shouldn't surprise you that I had to un-ass myself from my typical approach toward household chores quite a bit, and shave what I'm sure are years off of my life in order to achieve these results - even with the help of the best 'household chore un-asser' I know.
I do LOVE the final outcome though, and am so appreciative that I have such an 'expert' that I can consult for some decorating advice, as well as the kick in the pants I need in order to get it done. Oh, and to commemorate this household makeover (and remind me that I can keep it this way) ...
|Can you help me with a name?|
... I now have a flying pig (who, btw, is nameless at this point and taking suggestions).
So, why did I institute the need for hard liquor and and a head check by almost completely re-doing my entire house in a matter of days? Dark forces at work? Maybe. Temporary insanity? Probably. Anyway, I'll have more to come on that in my next post. Tah-tah till then!