I'm sad to say I don't have a before picture. I thought I took one months ago when I intended on starting the process but maybe I started to take one but ate a bowl of cookie dough icecream instead.
At any rate you know my definition of disaster by now, so use your imagination. And then add 10 more spilling over the top boxes to the scene.
That's where my Dad is going to put his stuff.
We have dreams of this becoming a guest suite. I've got it all laid out in my head- a white, thick comforter turned down just so. A white over -the- top shaggy rug for underneath the bed... a luggage rack....pops of grey/blue here and there...beautiful tile floors...white moulding instead of oak...
But for now it's just this.
This is the reality. My crap on top of their crap.
Hey! Look at how much I made today!
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