I keep promising my husband that i will fix up that creepy former dining room. I tell him that I’ll make it into a reading room or study. I make this promise every few months.
I’ve even announced grand plans to de-doom the room and make it an art nouveau inspired living room.
Yet, here i am posing my horrible dolls on an old wheelchair. *sigh* Maybe i could try repainting it a cheery color. Or i could buy a stylish trunk to hide the dolls.