Now if Hollywood is to believed (and why would they lie to us?) it is also a day where life may repeat itself over and over until you get it right. While this wouldn't be too bad if you didn't know it was occurring, Bill Murray would probably have some things to say about knowing it was going over and over again.
It's not really surprising that in the depths of this Canadian winter, we would have all gone a wee bit crazy and be willing to bet the remaining shards of our sanity on a happy prediction from our furry friend, it is still Canada, and if spring is only 6 weeks away, that's still a pretty good deal.
But on the life repeating itself theme, we've got you covered. Remember a few years ago when we tore apart our master bedroom? Well it's (mostly) done, and beautiful, and now completely packed with all of our worldly goods from the back two bedrooms of our lovely townhouse. We've done it again, and since business is slow for Andre and hours are scarce for me, why wouldn't we deplete what few financial reserves we have left and make ourselves feel better by tearing out the back bedrooms for new flooring, paint, baseboards, and most importantly a redistribution of space.
Until this week we had: 1 spare bedroom, with little heat (baseboard only and since it's just the two of us, we close the door and bet it won't get too much below 9C in there), and 1 office/yarn room/junk storage space, with heat, but so poorly organized, its a wonder I got anything done in there.
Add to the mix a condo "improvement" project in which while the condo replaces the siding in the project, they are also upgrading the wall insulation from
So, new plan. Move everything out of those rooms. Tear out the cheep laminate floor we installed like 8 years ago. Replace with nicer, thicker, better laminate. Take out all baseboards and upgrade, along with new paint and blinds/curtains. The former spare room will become a dedicated office - all business things will be in there and NO WHERE else.
The larger back bedroom will become the spare room, AND ALSO A
Andre has had one half of the basement to call his own since we moved in, but it occurred to us a while ago, that I've never had a place to call mine and only mine. And while I might have to occasionally share with space with visiting friends and loved ones, it's a small price to pay for a room where I can store all the yarn that will fit and close the door so no-one else will see.
I was going to take before pictures, but the rooms were such a mess that it hardly seemed worth it. And so at some point I will post some pictures of my new yarn room, but in the mean time, there are a million little nail holes that want filling, and I'm back to work tomorrow.
And Andre has a cold. This isn't getting done in the next few weeks is it...
