I should tell you first of all that this post has nothing to do with Beyonce. If you want to read about Beyonce, you should go and talk to my friend Alison, who had dinner with her last week. Yeah, that sounded much better than it actually was: Alison didn't so much "have dinner with her" as she "had dinner in a restaurant in which Beyonce was also having dinner," but that second way doesn't sound half as good. Although, tomayto, tomahto, you know? The way I see it, Alison was having dinner. Beyonce was having dinner. Ergo, Alison had dinner with Beyonce. Let's leave it at that.
Anyway, this post, as I mentioned, has nothing to do with Beyonce, but it does have something to do with beds and baths, and if you watch the video below—the last in the Putting It All Together series, sadly—you'll see what I mean.
As for my own bath—aka The Bathroom of Doom—I must thank you all very much for your excellent suggestions on how to de-doomify it. I have to say, the picture I included of it was really spectacularly crappy, so you can at least take heart that it isn't quite as awful as you might be imagining it to be. So far in the de-doomifying process, I have.....uh, well I've bought a stripey bathmat and that's about it. Big progress, eh? But I have plans, Internet, don't you worry.
The rest of the house is slowly coming along, and when I say slowly, I really do mean slooooooooooowly, or actually maybe it's even more like sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly. We got into a bit of a rut last week where we basically didn't do anything, but the weekend reinvigorated us a little and now we actually have—gasp!—blinds in the bedroom, which I think must come as an overwhelming relief to the neighbors, seeing as I've been inadvertently flashing them for the past week and a half. (The elderly Chinese woman who practices her Tai Chi every morning in her backyard got quite an eyeful when I was getting dressed for work last week, I tell you.)
In fact, it's official: now that the kitchen is almost unpacked and the glasses and plates have been stacked and organized according to size, morale has been boosted in the Nothing But Bonfires household, which is a beautiful thing indeed.
It's just a crappy iPhone picture but I swear to god, looking at this brings my heartrate down and slows my breathing to normal.