Since I'll be starting classes in one week from now again I decided that the house needed a proper clean. You know a really really thorough one. This way I know for sure that I can be a lousy housekeeper for a few months without anybody noticing. The convenience! So I washed the curtains, cleaned the windows, did the entire kitchen, did the bathroom and tomorrow I'll work upstairs. Yay me for cleaning!
But anyways, we have a lot of these things sitting around here, that've been waiting to be fixed or tidied or who knows what, for ages; and all of a sudden it annoyed me like it had never done before. So I decided we need two or three extra bookshelves to go on the wall so that I can clean out the bookcases in the livingroom. Too much has been stacked in there over the years. And also, I need new shelving space for my new books!
See? Aaaah the chaos! The risk of everything falling out...
2 or 3 extra shelves here would make a nice fake bookcase.
And I also feel that we need some fake plants to go in our windowsill. Why fake and not real? Because I'm allergic to loads of plants, and besides I have a very special quality enabling me to kill off even cacti within a week. So real plants would really be plant-molesting, or something.
But what do you reckon, it needs some jazzing up, right?
Next up then would be the front garden, which makes me feel ashamed pretty much everytime I walk past it, but somehow it's always the very last thing on my priority list.
To be continued...
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