As you might recall, Saturday was the big day of emptying the spare room, other wise known as the abyss. Clear plan of action in hand, every last thing except for big furniture was dutifully moved out and into the dining room. And after much cleaning, dusting, scrubbing, and very few harsh words, we moved back in the things that were meant to stay, moved to better homes the things that were not, and threw out an amazing amount of stuff. Where does it all come from? We've only lived here 4 years. Do I have a hoarding disease?
I had actually forgotten that this is a huge room for an old house. I had forgotten how much work we did getting this room habitable in the first place. It once sported red checked wall paper and raised medalion paper on the ceiling. It had horrid cracks in the walls. It was hideous.