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 liviní for once.
Ok, at least grown-up surroundings .
Apparently I am lacking ďnestingĒ 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 youíd think Iíd 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! Donít mind me. Iím just cranky as Iíve been browsing through that Wallpaper* magazine again but itís really the latest "space" issue of Nylon that has mad me over-the-top mad for order .
Yes, yes, yes. I know youíve all heard this before and perhaps you have a feeling the majority of the summer will be spent attaining goal numma one, but Iíll 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 - Iíll absolutely reach my goal.