Four, going on five nights spent in the "garage house." Phrases like "happy as a clam," "right place, right time" and perhaps "giddy as a school-girl" come to mind. Granted, it hasn't been all roses during the move in process, and the previous owner has given us his share of "bachelor grime" (including a bathroom drawer filled with fingernail clippings), but really...we're up to our elbows in bleach and smiling all the way through to our cheek bones.
Just a few peaks today on what this 89-er currently features. Not much of the decor will make it through my purge, but in case you need a flashback...here's a glimpse of some fabulous hardware (I have 47 of these handles), seizure inducing wallpaper and a light fixture that's sure to WOW you.
If anyone is in the market for wooden towel racks I may be able to arrange a dozen or so shipped your way.
Really...the fun is just beginning and Axel is all about putting wet rag to wall. (Insert sinister laugh here.) (Add sound of 90's decor fleeing the room.)
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