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Beth and I decided to knock out some walls to open up the space. Take advantage of the light. So now Mo has to pee in a bucket. That's why we got the lamp.
The doe stared at Mo's chair confused, not realizing they'd arrived early. My ceramic woodland creature marriage proposal flash mob was ruined.
"But doesn't a living room need walls?" asked Mo. "What do you mean? I have glass walls," I replied. "No," Mo argued, "I'm pretty sure there are no walls." I shrugged. The change orders had kind of piled up lately.
You don't seriously expect anyone to think this is a room, right? You're just making a funny.
I dropped the nail while trying to hang a photo of you on the east wall. I can't find it. It's a metaphor of our friendship.
I hung art for you, Mo, I hung ART. What MORE do you WANT from ME?
So THAT'S who you put in that box you hung on the wall. I was wondering why I kept getting frantic texts from Art. I don't think this is what he meant when he claimed to be "well-hung."
Pinterest really needs a like button for comments. Mo made me snort.
"Look at all of this warmth! And color!" I said. "You shot the photos in HDR, didn't you, you cheater?" responded Mo.
I can spot a Photoshop job a mile away.
Hahahaha, you caught me. Whitney dared me. We didn't have enough plywood for the ceiling though. Hey, where are you going?
That's it. I'm buying a hydraulic paint sprayer, and putting one of those sunflower shower head thingies on it. And right now? Right now I'm thinking FUCHSIA.
One room, Mo. I let you have one room, and look what you've done.
Done? This is not "done." This is just what I was able to get through before 11 am.
"You need a lot of paint in here," said Mo. "Like, an UNHOLY amount."
Mo ran so fast, she was just a blur.
If only I could have included a few more neutral colored textures, I could have won Mo over.
Are you EVER going to clean up all that extra lumber you left lying around?
"Add some texture," Mo said. Dining set made of poop. Texture, check.
"Sit outside, Beth. Alone. Face the other way. I can't even look at you."
Best idea yet: Pick one room to have color, then trap Mo in it.
Why is she all purple? WHy does she keep staring at me?
You know she'll find a way out. She always does.
From those eggs will hatch our dreams of wall art.
You can watch TV over there, but nothing too colorful, please.
Mo is on her way over! Quick, brush the rug in all one direction so we can pretend it is brown!
Built-in cabinets, where I file away the things I own that are in color.
Does my ass look big in this chair?
The concrete pillar divides the room between @It's Just Mo's half (furniture) and @Whitney Hall's half (books). The pillar itself is mine.
It's all . . . ummm . . . square. So it must be pretty, right?
I find the precise lines and sharps corners quite cozy.
The dog protects my family from intruders, mice, and any chance of hanging portraits on the wall.
You are formally invited to my housewarming party/skateboarding tournament.
Please come dressed as your favorite character from Battlestar Galactica.
IT'S OKAY MO, JUST JIGGLE THE HANDLE!
I fell absolutely in love with this place only to discover it was designed by a man named Harris Butt and now I can't stop giggling.