Wednesday, 31 October 2012

IT'S NOT HALLOWEEN UNTIL YOU HEAR THIS

Thriller has never been my favourite MJ song BUT it was the #1 80's Hallowe'en anthem.
Here are some others....
Ghostbusters
Ghostbusters two
Somebody's watching me

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Back in the 80's everyone from the Goonies, Michael Jackson's Thriller zombie, Teen Wolves, Ghostbusters, Maverick from Top Gun, Madonna Wannabee's....would come out to haunt us.
Not that different from any other day in the 80's LMAO.
If you are looking to make a DIY 80's themed Halloween costume, here is a neat site:
WISHING YOU ALL A SAFE AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

Monday, 1 October 2012

HOW A FEW INNOCENT WORDS CAN THROW ME IN TO AN OBSESSIVE REDECORATING NIGHTMARE

About a month ago, Wyatt and I were visiting Parker at her mother's home.
Parker's mother's home is beautiful and pristine.
As Parker hands me a coffee in the kitchen, she points to two stylish decor accents and says: "OMG! I hate knickknacks!"
My reply: "Then don't come to our house. Our heritage home looks like a doll house and seems to be where all varieties of knickknacks and crafts go to die."
I came home that day and looked at our house.
Unorganised, full of knickknacks and collections and crafts and pets and everything under the sun.
In my head, I made a commitment to Parker to declutter my house.
Not an undertaking for the faint of heart.
For example, I have two sewing machines in my living room and two large (built by me) Victorian dollhouses and if you were to look under my dining room table (PLEASE never look under there) I have a Yudu screen printing machine, big boxes of old photos, craft paint, and bags and bags and bags of fabric....and a couple of cats, I am sure.
So here I am, a month in to this disaster and I haven't touched the living room or dining room crap.
BUT my family room has been torn apart and is ready for a new ceiling and some accent walls and ready for a Pottery Barn overhaul. 
After this is all completed, Wyatt promises that he is going to clean out the garage....the garage is the biggest area of hoarder shame.
I think it would be easier to strike a match and throw it at the 10 red gasoline cans.