You really hear the funniest shit when you are at an airport waiting to go home:
Dude #1: No way do you live in LA! What do you do?
Dude #2: I work for STARZ. I make sure the entire world can see Spartacus whenever they want“.
Then there was a whole conversation about the best burritos and the inherent qualities in In N Out Burgers. I wish I could just eavesdrop at airports for a few months and write a best selling book on the stuff that goes on in all the watering holes across America. Anyone want to collaborate with me?
Meg is home, wherever HOME is these days. She is still surrounded by semi-chaos, but it’s getting better every day. She is
begrudgingly brilliantly coming up with ideas on how to re-purpose various pieces of furniture, change out lighting, and create comfy, cozy areas in the house. This house is really challenging her to BRING IT, and damn it, she is going to get her game on and make things right.
Meg will show you a few things she’s working on. Don’t ask for photos of rooms; she isn’t prepared to have you guys view a train wreck.
It’s hard to believe this isn’t a skylight, right? Right now Meg doesn’t turn it on, but she is thinking some pendant lights over the cooktop would add some ambiance and efficiency to the cooking area?
You would think this is a hideous chandelier, and you would be right. Meg has unscrewed all the lighbulbs, save for one. Sitting under this makes Meg feel like she at Riker’s Island under an interrogation lamp with a designer screaming at her “you are hereby sentenced to 5-10 years for egregious overhead lighting!”
Meg loves this mudroom bench, but she doesn’t have such a room anymore, and needs seating in her living room. She was thinking of painting and distressing this and getting a cute bench cushion made? Thoughts?
Nothing seems quite right here yet. She’s hoping to have a better outlook on things as the months progress, so stay tuned to this channel for Emergency Broadcasts from New Home Owners. Meg will need a lot of support from her bloggie friends and regular sanity checks.
Are you with me, kids?