homemaking, or something like itFinally, some semblance of order in our apartment!
This is what happens when I get up earlier than James, see to the litter box, and decide that some empty boxes have just got to go.
Ignore the flat iron. He's kinda lost.
And the torn-up cardboard box. I'm working on that.
I fully intend to administer the same kind of treatment to the rest of the corners of our pad's first floor. It's just going to be... tricky.
In other parts of the apartment, I've also rediscovered the charm of hanging up framed art.
Allow me to introduce one of my favorite pieces to you:
Five points for who this couple is, five more for where they are, and ten if you can tell me what his hand is doing on her breast. (Mind out of the gutter! That's my job.)
I thought, "hey, this would really look great on our bedroom door". My inner lech was wink-winking and nudge-nudging as I turned the piece over, and...
"Aw, bummer, nothing to hang it from!"
But wait, what's this?
Well. Looks like I've got a re-purposed butterfly shadowbox on my hands.
(For you inner-entomologists and plain curious out there, here's what a Vindula arsinae looks like.)
An hour and a half later, the art piece was hanging quite nicely from our door. (bendy wire, industrial-strength superglue, and extra cardboard works wonders.) As soon as I can bring home a fresh pack of sticky mini-hooks, I've got one with Gimli's name and mug on it.