Giant Fancy Things… cheaper than therapy.

I had told Paul that the weekend after New Year’s would be dedicated to GETTING ORGANIZED… I do this periodically: announce that THIS will be the weekend I get my life under control.

As with all my life-control projects, I was gangbusters at first.

I began a frenzy of organizational malice and misdirection— creating a disaster of the one thing that was arguably fine in this house, while also treating Elvis to one of her favorite activities: exploring places previously not available to her.

I’m decorating our old Victorian house via CRAIGSLIST… I particularly love antique bookcases— the bigger, the fancier, the better! Come take a tour and see all the Giant Fancy Things I’ve salvaged!

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Elvis update.

We stopped Elvis’s chemo treatment back in November… Paul said it was time.

The effects of the chemo had become compounded; it took longer for her to recover every time and I found myself in an uncomfortable place where I was doing math to gauge the quality of her life: # bad days + # ok days + # good days = time to go back for more chemo.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Let’s end the year with some rusty auction fanciness!

A while ago, I wrote a post titled The Auction Olympics; about a day I drove back-and-forth between two separate auction houses, each running multiple auctions, all with totally unpredictable and variable timetables.

Since then, I have embraced the absentee bid.

Not only did my ten-hour bidding-marathon eradicate the thrill-of-the-unknown-with-a-whiff-of-danger-in-the-form-of-possible-bankruptcy-and-divorce, it also forced me to acknowledge that I am someone who cannot be trusted in an adrenaline-fueled state.

Scored these antique urns at auction! Brought them inside to decorate our Victorian home for Christmas… take a holiday tour and see all my decorating ideas!

my garland (similar here) makes me fear that next is wood-slice crafts

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.