This is a super housey post. I am super housey lately. I’m liking where I am. I have hot pink peacocks in my bathroom, a fireworks crate in my living room, and a bona fide library. It could be nobody’s house but mine.
(Although now I want to rip out three walls. Which, I’m not a structural engineer, look suspiciously load-bearing. So don’t worry, I’m not going to DIY myself into a shower of rubble upon my neighbors. I will merely gaze at the walls, imagining them gone.Â For now.)
All this reminds me, though. Would housey posts be interesting? Y’all want to see what I’ve been doing?
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