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Peruse, if you will, my most recent reading stack. There you’ll find creative endeavors of all sorts as well as a few clues on my day job.

One topic that has been strangely missing is – dom, dom, dommmm – home decorating. Normally, shelter magazines and home design books  dominate my reading stack. Always have. Sadly, they’re absent right now.

The truth is I hate this tiny townhouse and have little interest in fixing it up anymore. I have never gotten a good vibe from the place. In fact, I cried the first night I spent in the place. Why’d we buy it then? That’s a whole other story that ends with the sentence: we were desperate.

I put on a good act, tried to convince myself that it ain’t so bad, tried fooffing it the best I can  – blah, blah and blah. It certainly beats being homeless, don’t get me wrong. Nevertheless, I just hate it.

I could rip up the carpet to install hardwood, gut the twenty-year old kitchen with the chipped sink and linoleum floor that will never be clean again. Then, do the same to two of the bathrooms. I could rip out all the icky wood trim and plain paneled doors in favor of nice bright white fat trim and six panel doors.

Even all that reno can’t change the limited floor plan or add more light. It’s pretty dark in this tiny townhouse. All the reno money it would take to get this place up to snuff would be better spent on a new place that I like.

So, I’ve stopped having  too much of an interest in fixing this place up. I’d rather fantasize about a new place. If anything can get shelter publications back in my stack, it’s fantasizing about a dream house, am I right ladies?