Tidings Of Comfort + Joy

Hello. I'm eating lunch right now. In the Kitchen.



Which is WONDERFUL. But.

The Kitchen renovation stalled pretty much everything else in my entire universe, meaning that massaging The Supposedly Finished Living Area was completely ignored. I'm actually horrified when I go back and look at the After photos, because the details are so completely half ass that it makes me groan and then cringe and then groan again. But, honestly, at the point that I posted those, I was doing back handsprings just because it was no longer tangerine. Nauseating tangerine.

And I was pretty happy about that.

I've been cleaning my act up in there slowly, and it's so much more comfortable and, well, RIGHT. The modifications may be small, but they have a lot of impact, and it's starting to look how it should have in the first place. I'm almost at the point where I can do a real After post. I changed the painting lighting (from the ones I originally installed), unpacked a myriad of additional throws, and found a steal on a genuine Persian rug (to replace the much too small Shaw Wooly Bully one, which was relocated to The Master Bedroom) among other things.

My favorite tweak has been this gold frame that I added to my father's painting of a canal in Amsterdam. It's thick and rich, but I love that it's hung over by the window seat, sort of modestly positioned.



It's getting there.