Plans for the summer include:
1. consuming gallons and gallons of iced tea while reading lots of trashy magazines and paperbacks under like, shady trees
2. finding out exactly if there is, in fact, a decorative gene laying dormant in my body somewhere and if so how I can tease that little snit into coming out of hiding so maybe, just maybe I can make this dinky apartment a little less dorm-room-y and perhaps try some grown up livin� for once.
Ok, at least grown-up surroundings .
Apparently I am lacking �nesting� skills.
I mean, I am not totally behind on the curve. I managed to figure out somewhere around oh, 22 tacking shit up with scotched tape becomes plain silly.
So is it a stretch to say somewhere around oh, now you�d think I�d wake up and do something and realize drapes and rugs and photographs, might be a little more charming as opposed to say, icky blinds, and absolute starkness lining my windows and floors and walls?
Feh! Don�t mind me. I�m just cranky as I�ve been browsing through that Wallpaper* magazine again but it�s really the latest "space" issue of Nylon that has mad me over-the-top mad for order .
Yes, yes, yes. I know you�ve all heard this before and perhaps you have a feeling the majority of the summer will be spent attaining goal numma one, but I�ll really try this time.
With a little hard work, elbow grease, planning, research and perhaps the off chance the entire Trading Spaces team is in the area for the summer - I�ll absolutely reach my goal.