To those of you who know me well this won’t come as a surprise.
To those of you that don’t… welcome aboard to my time honored tradition of taking a perfectly good, nay I say ‘new’? item and slash and dashing it to within an inch of it’s life.
It all began as a child when I would see a haute couture item in a mag and then scout out a cheap knock-off, purchase ‘said’ item, and then rip it apart in my mother’s sewing room! What a
epic fail genius! My mother, of course, helped to tie -up the loose ends but I already had it pretty much handled.
Then, there was the time I purchased a new sofa (for the ‘lines’) and had it delivered to… not to my house, Oh dear God no- to an upholster to be recovered before it dared entire my home. Continuity of design is soooo important.
Ben said,”What the…?” and then I changed the channel to ESPN. No brainer
Of course, there was this funny thing I did with a home we built from the bottom-up, and had decorated before our move-in date, only to walk in the foyer and say, “Change it. Switch the rooms. I want the paper in the dining room in the living room and the dining room chairs recovered in the living room fabric. Also, the carpeting. I don’t think so…”
And then there’s the hotel changes that lesser wars have been fought over.
“It’s the hotel.”
“Not tonight is isn’t.”
Yes, I’m a giver.
And the beat just goes on, and on, and…
We recently procured (sounds pretty fancy don’t ya think?) a brand new 2015 Retro-1961#Shasta camper. I talked about it here.
It is amazing. All the modern conveniences and bells & whistles of state-off-the-art technology and comfort.
It’s a dandy.
And I’m tearing it apart.
Because I can.
So join me on the adventure that continues to launch ships, and test the waters (of Ben’s patience, but whatever).