Today is a house day. I've let the laundry pile up to unacceptable levels, but I'm going to have to deal with washing machine problem first. There's a puddle of water in front of the washing machine. Some tube must be diconnected. That's my technical assessment. It's a tube problem. 

My in-laws are coming at the end of the month, so I need to buy a daybed today. I need curtains of the office/guest room. Lots of chores. So, I will only talk about house and home crap today.

I have a love-hate relationship with house stuff. I'll binge on home improvements for a month, but then feel shallow and can't think about it for another six months. Then I'll buy a house porn magazine, start dreaming about paint colors, and become obsessed with home decor all over again. It's a healthy cycle of self-hatred! 

Here's what our living room looked like before we moved in. 

Lots of furniture. A striped awning in front of the house, which made the room very shady and was bizarre on a split level. Low hanging art work, which made the room look very short. 

The finish on the floors had turned orange and was full of scratches.

Flowered wallpaper in the entrance way. 

After the people moved out, we had the floors redone. 

Later, I pulled that valence off the window. It looked like a big eye lid. 

I bought curtains. 

I put some random stuff on the mantel of the fireplace. 

We haven't bought any new furniture. Just arranged what we had already. I would like a new coffee table to replace the IKEA cardboard thing. We painted the walls of the living room White Dove and carried that color throughout the downstairs. The entrance way is a blue and the door is a forest green. 

By putting the sofa like this, we maximized the view from the picture window and created a larger entrance area. 

This wall needs large art. My dream for this room is push up the ceiling through the attic and create a paneled, angled ceiling.