I see in the news that Barbie isn't doing so well any more. Too much junky pink stuff, in my opinion. I loved Barbies when I was a kid. I had a big dollhouse at my father's house. At home, I also made elaborate rooms from cardboard boxes.
For a period of time as an adult, I acquired the "collectible" ones that live in their boxes.
The planets collided this month and in addition to having almost my entire house in disarray due to new carpet and carpet cleaning, I also had to absorb another load of things from my father's house.
On the one hand, I now have two more dressers, one of which is earmarked for Ernest's bike gear, to replace a stack of plastic bins and cardboard boxes. I have been working on Ernest's room (with his permission) and it looks really good. You've never seen so much floor space in there!
The Millenium Falcon fought me every inch of the way. Way back when, around 2007, he coveted this seriously expensive lego. I indulged that child, so I bought it. But I stipulated, "when you clean up your room to my satisfaction you can have it." That didn't happen until 2013! Meanwhile, the set was discontinued so it became very collectible on eBay. He could have sold it and made lots of money, but he wanted to build it. It was so huge, there was no place to put it. It rested on its box next to his bed. It got dusty. The cats jumped on it and dislodged pieces. I had to move it somewhere to have the carpets cleaned so he said I could rebox it. It fought being reboxed. Oh, the cat can easily knock pieces off but when I try to get it apart? I had to give up and put it in a large plastic bag.
On the other hand, I have sixseven eight large boxes of slides. I wonder if I could fit them into the second dresser. That would be win/win.
It is a good opportunity to go through the house to ugh clean and purge.
Handy even cleaned out his nightstand, which was his own little personal disaster area.
But I will be so glad when I am done and everything is back in place again.
Sometimes the bright afternoon sunlight leaves a blinding patch of glare on the floor. If it's in my line of sight for too long, I can develop a headache. Sometimes I throw a dark blanket over the spot.
On this day, Homer just made the glare worse. Even Fifi was glowing.