Just another day on the Sinwagon

I’m starting to learn how to hate decorating.  It was different in the last place I was in, because it was so small, and now I feel like I just don’t have enough stuff!  I finally have my grandfather’s clock up on the wall, after 2 years of not using it…

And I must say…”Weeeee…is pretty!”

I’m getting wall hangings up and pictures…

And let me tell you something, from a short, chubby girl to the rest of you tall bastards out there.  You don’t have any clue how difficult it is to hang a picture, let along anything that isn’t round, without a tilt on a wall when you’re 5′3″.  My roommate’s at work, so I don’t have anyone to defer to.

It has become one big trial and error.

**Pound pound pound..step back, look….cock head to side…growl…pull nail and…poundpoundpound….**

Repeat, at least three times.  I’m not lying! And of course, I’m completely unable to make a good decision the first time around, so now I’m going back, and rearranging from one wall to the other…irritated because my cherry wood doesn’t go with my black iron leafy candle holder thingies…

Meh.

Anyway, this was my break time, blog a few minutes and then head back to decorating hell.

I think I’m going to drink some wine.

Fayne