Now you see it

I figured I would give you a peek at the room of interest, so that your interest could be retained. As I stated before, we actually began to work on the second bedroom…uhm, guest room, when the last little bird was pushed over the edge of the nest. All of the carpet was yanked out, exposing some truly nasty nastiness underneath. While the "No More Dogs" proclamation might be rescinded in the future, I am quite certain the "No More Rabbits" and "No More Teenagers" proclamations will stand indefinitely.


As you can see, no room is safe from clutter, although this clutter is more worthy of existence than most around the house. Some of it is Mom's stuff which is slowly invading the place (and had better invade quicker as it has to be out of her apartment by the end of the month), and some of it is packing/shipping related, stuff that tends to relocate every time I need to send out an item that was sold. The problem is, I don't really have a different spot to put most of the stuff, so it has been necessary for me to move it to one side of the room as I work on the other. Must love dropclothes, which I'll have you know are old shower curtains. Hah! And the Mrs. thought they should be thrown away.


From this angle we see the secret closet. OK, so it's not all that secret, but it has a secret. No, not the "hiding spot for things Mom and Dad would be pissed to find" secret. The "guess where the door is" secret. If you go back and look at the attic pictures, you'll find it. Yes, I used it to separate the attic storage from the attic (un)finished. More on that later, I reckon, when I get to that room. As for the closet, I am not quite sure how it will change when all is said and done. We might be nice and let someone store things in it.


I included this picture, not so much because it shows anything truly different than the other two, but because it has a better view of what was used as the foundation for redecoration decisions. See the curtain? OK, squint hard and you might find the color scheme for the final phase. And if you think that is funny, now imagine me walking about the hardware superstore with a curtain in my hand, putting it up against the color swatches in the paint section. Required some serious chest hair ripping that day...