Here’s the guy who greeted me at the flooring store. After I pet him and told him how handsome he was, he stuck his nose in my crotch and refused to let me look at carpet.
The embarrassed store owner dragged him away and put him behind a gate.
I think we’ve had ugly stairs for maybe 20 years. Neither one of us can remember when we ripped up the very worn blue carpet and painted the wooden stairs pale yellow.
I have no idea what I was thinking at the time.
Fact: I am surrounded by decorating mistakes.
I despair. Will I live long enough to correct them all? Or will I quit caring?
Anyway…I took home some samples and picked out what I hope and pray will be an attractive covering for our stairs to the basement (and the glorious Man Cave) of our raised ranch home.
Banjo Man is excitedly pushing these improvements and engineering the long-awaited updates to the Man Cave (and guest area for company). I would prefer to hide in my office and stare helplessly at the mess.
I don’t know what to do. No matter how much I clean and toss and organize and rearrange, I still end up with something like this.
Clearly I have work to do, but I think I’ll bake cookies instead.