It's spring......?

Well, it's really almost summer, but this state still doesn't know it. Rain, rain, rain with a chance of ...you guessed it, rain. At least it isn't snow. Or sun. Who would be crazy enough to want sun. Not the mold growing between my toes, that would ruin everything. So in the meantime, we have finished 2 more rooms. The laundry room, which I must say looks pretty good. I guess having a new "layer" of clean paint does wonders. And we got rid of the pepto-dismal pink room. So I will try to post pictures, altho all of my loyal fans see this on facespace. My imaginary friends can look at them here!

So, we have been stripping paint from the trim around the bathroom door & the window. This has become a habit. Or something. Been about 4 days or more. And I ask myself, WHY am I wasting so much time on this place? why why why. Because there is nothing else to do in this wilderness I guess. We will probably die from lead paint poisoning. But maybe at least the trim will look pretty....

Instead of calling this place sowsearinn I should have called it "LAYERS OF PAINT" because that is what EVERYTHING has on it. 100 years of layers. UGGGHHHH.

booooring

This blog is sooo boring, I look at all these other one's that are so good. I don't even know where to start, especially since somehow I lost all the before pictures of this house that were on my camera, my computer died again & took all my pictures with it & so how can compare before & after? I'm so bummed. & blog challenged.....

An eclectic conglomeration of mindless meanderings:

I have discovered a new money making adventure, so easy I can't believe no on has thot of this before. It is an adventure in animal husbandry that proliferates at an amazing speed, doubly induced by highly over rated hardwood floors. The profit making husbandry? Dust bunnies. Easy to grow & they are everywhere.

So the story will begin:

And now the chronicalling of the work done on said Sows Ear Inn (or Sows Rear Inn as a friend put it) will begin. And since I am tired of talking like I am speaking for someone else, it is making me feel skit-so-frentic (sorry don't feel like looking it up), I will continue this maudelin story in the first person. I think. I did not pay much attention in English. So, you figure it out!
I hope to regal you all with photos of the trans, or wait, should I call it the "trash"formation of this old house as it goes along. IF I can ever figure out how to post pictures here. Every other blog in the world seems to know how to do it but I cannot figure it out. Plus my main computer with all my pictures is dead, so until that gets back I can't do a thing. And double plus, I have to go babysit my mother for 2 weeks so I won't be home to figure it out. So until then...you will have to be satisfied staring at the Sows Ear Inn one and only photo. Unless of course you count the pig!

tick tock

So the soon to be rousted out of her roost wife had 3 years to try to change the husbands mind. TICK TOCK like Hooks clock, the minutes, hours, days, months & years sped by, like a rocket to the moon, she kids you not, with the husband not even considering a change of mind & before you know it.....Boom they were gone.