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.
I hung art for you, Mo, I hung ART. What MORE do you WANT from ME?
"Look at all of this warmth! And color!" I said. "You shot the photos in HDR, didn't you, you cheater?" responded Mo.
Hahahaha, you caught me. Whitney dared me. We didn't have enough plywood for the ceiling though. Hey, where are you going?
One room, Mo. I let you have one room, and look what you've done.
"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.
"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.
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?
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.
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.