Sarah Morgan
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- My Drunk Kitchen.
- Young House Love. And my subsequent wild-eyed half-glazed stare at everything I could repaint. Also my incessant pinning on
- Pinterest.
- My new doggie. The closest I’m going to get for now, anyway. Isn’t she cute?
- Paint. I don’t think a sun has set lately without my having some sort of craft paint on me after covering some small object in it.
- My deck getting refinished. What began as a very straightforward process is massive drama and I want it over with very badly.
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. 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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