One of the side effects of being a full-time mom (I refuse to use the term "stay at home mom" because it isn't accurate and has a connotation of laziness to boot), is that I spend hours a day contemplating my surroundings. And I am never satisfied.
Don't worry! I'm not going to be painting anything again ever. (Until maybe next month. No. No. Stop me. Don't let me paint!)
This time I'm getting a piano. Well, I'm TRYING to get a piano, but so far all I'm doing is scaring myself on craigslist and driving all over looking at gross old out of tune pianos in old ladies' parlors. (fun fact: autocorrect does NOT like the word 'parlors' and keeps changing it to 'paroles.' What does this say about autocorrect, hmmmmm?)
(Also: my thumbs hurt.)
(Where was I?)
Pianos. I want one. But I don't want an ugly one. I don't want a fancy one. I don't want one with stuck keys or one that is so out of tune it is impossible to fix. And so help me God I do not want a yellow one with that 1970s look.
(omg. Mobile blogging is hard! My thumbs are cramping up!)
Long story short. Family room is becoming piano room. And
I sold the snot-covered couches to some poor schmuck who is in for a nice viral surprise! And now I'm measuring and moving things and going to every furniture store in town (again)....and I've come to a rather sad observation. I think re-decorating is my hobby.
(Toodles! Gotta save my thumbs for future piano playing.)