Complete with dog hair.
After 15 years of blogging, I’ve come to hate titles. All these years.. through so many iterations of this blog.. I think I’ve utilized every conceivable title twice over. So ‘tree’; we’ll keep it simple.
Hate this year’s lights. I like soft, twinkly little fairy lights but these were at Home Depot for 5 bucks a box, so the man picked them up and voila! We’re blessed with these harsh, bright, non-twinkly bastards.
That’s okay. I’ve got an entire year to find the correct lights.
Well, that sounds bitchy. Which is not what I’m feeling at all.
I’m ashamed to admit that we’ve lived here for 15 years and for all that time the pantry has been a large crap closet. Really; there were no shelves inside when we moved in so we just threw a bunch of crap inside and shut the doors.
I had no real pantry. SO, we decided there should be one.
The nasty start. There were 2x2s on the walls to hold shelves, but those had to come off. And the doors that had been painted 17 times… gone!
This is the kind of crap I had to deal with; they’d never actually painted the primed cement.