I’ve spent the afternoon driving around between my builders’ units and it looks as though the solution to my storage problems could be
I’ve been looking at dressers old and new and even contemplating having something made for me. Then the wonderful builders told me they just happen to be storing this dresser for another client so of course I rushed down to look at it. They can distress-paint or give it any other finish I want and it could well be the way I get rid of the last of those removals’ boxes.
Then they sent me over to their new low carb futuristic department to look at lights and I can tell you, friends, the future is dim. I need new lighting (more expense!) and may as well get it done before the new carpet and the dresser go in. I can forget bright and cheerful, though; you have to have low and to my mind gloomy. I said, ‘This is like my childhood, when people had forty watt bulbs!’ ‘I’m afraid so; we all have to get used to low level lighting.’ Call me a planet-hating dinosaur, but I don’t like it.