LB and I have a house at home in Denver that is friggin’ awesome. And I’m allowed to say that because LB was the one who actually purchased it – I just decorated it (and a very fine job I did too, perhaps best exemplified by the fact that when I first met LB the furniture on the main floor consisted of a rug and a table. That’s it. No place to rest your weary bum; no place to hang your jaunty cap. Just a rug and a table. Now, it has a desk, several rugs, 5 chairs, a credenza…Actually, it doesn’t have a credenza. I thought it had a credenza but I just looked up what a credenza actually is and ours is less credenza, more file cabinet. Anyway. I was going to let you conjure up images of our house in all its glory but then I found a picture of it.
Okay, so this is not exactly what it looks like. I originally took this to show you how ridiculously bad moving was and how much stuff I threw out. The idea was that this would be the “before” and then I’d take an “after” and you could all coo and tell me how fabulous I am and how much you admire my cleaning skills but I forgot to take the “after” so here you go. This is what our house looks like if you squint your eyes and take away all of the piles of crap. See. Exposed brick! Original hardwood floors! Mirrors that I just realized would look much better if they were hung side-by-side!). My point with all of this is that no matter how much I love our house, there is definitely something to be said for living in a studio (yes, you read that right. LB and I live in one room. Total. And both work from home. Suddenly feel a bit, I don’t know, claustrophobic?) I just cleaned “the house” in 32 minutes flat (and this is with Windexing the sliding glass doors, which I think we can all agree is just a tad bit “above and beyond”). That is 3 hours and 28 minutes less than it used to take me to “sort of” clean my Denver house and a full 5 days, 16 hours and 28 minutes less than it took me to move out of my Denver house. Cooing and congratulating may commence.
PS – Thank you for your valiant effort in reading through all of those parenthetical thoughts (I’d like to say it was the Windex fumes that made me do it but I think we all know that’s a lie. It’s called “going to dinner with my husband sounds like more fun than editing my blog post to make it readable”).
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The mirrors look great the way they are. See… I looked OVER the mess! And oh, it’s nice to hear you say, “my husband!”