Wordless Wednesday Excitement

Out with the old...

in with the new!

It could always be worse

When I was a kid, my mom used to read me the Yiddish folk tale, It Could Always Be Worse.

This is one of the books I managed to keep from my childhood, and I honestly believe it had a large role in fostering my ability to see the good in even the worst of situations.

This book is one of my favorites, largely because the catch phrase proves to be true over and over again.

Wallpaper is no exception.

As I started scoring the ugly, vertigo-inducing wallpaper this morning, a little piece tore off to reveal this:

I was immediately brought back in time to my Grandma Lil's kitchen in the early 80s. Once I got over the nostalgic moment, curiosity set in. Surely, that was just a remnant from a previous wallpaper.

It was. A remnant from a previous wallpaper that was still 100% in tact.

Oh MY.

Yep, it could always be worse.

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So the good news is that both layers of wallpaper come off easily. The bad news is that the three layers of adhesive used to hang it do not.

After six hours of back-breaking work by me and Hubby, we can see about 3/4 of one wall. BUT knowing that it could always be worse, I'm thankful that the largest wall I have to stare at in my office will be checker- and flower-free by the time I go to work on Monday.

Could YOU work in these conditions?

So I may have mentioned that Hubby and I moved into a Very Brady (aka 70s FABulous) house when we relocated to PA. We have grand plans for home improvement, but they are coming along quite slowly (read: barely coming along at all).

The only room we've redone thus far is my studio because this is where I hoped I would spend most of my time. While I absolutely love my studio and do manage to craft in there while catching up on DVR'd soap operas, the reality is that I spend most of my time working, and thus I spend most of my time in my office. THIS office.

No, you didn't stumble upon some bad eye illusion. This is what I see each and every day from my desk: this vertigo-inducing checkered wallpaper.

Now I ask, is it any wonder that by lunchtime I'm shifting documents to my laptop so that I can work from anywhere but here?

And so the time has come. As much as I want to paint the cabinets in the kitchen, as badly as I want to gut the pink and blue bathroom, it is time to break out the wallpaper stripper and paint rollers.

Look out red carpet and checkered wallpaper. Tomorrow is your last day to torment me. This time next week, you will be on your way to wherever bad 70s decor goes to die.