home?

this house, this space in which i live is not my own.  looking around, i've found lately i'm not comfortable here anymore.  i've tried cleaning up, straightening up as much as three young children will allow. i've tried rearranging and stacking, but the fact of the matter is, while i've talked about painting the walls and other improvements that desperately need to be made, i have been less than motivated to make them. maybe i wasn't ready to make them.  maybe in the back of my head somewhere i wasn't through with it the way it is.  

but that's apparently changed.

i look around and none of it is mine, my choice, my idea, my style. all of it is ruins of the past. 

one of the problems is that i don't really have an eye for interior design. but some ideas have been churning lately.  that and the constant discomfort make me think it's probably time to do work.

time to funk stuff up.

 

ghost