Well, people. The day has arrived. The craters (for mirrors/artwork etc.) are here, and I feel useless. So, I thought I might as well write (gripe.) I'm living in a war zone. My house (what's left of it, ) is thoroughly destroyed, the cats are scared to death, and I'm losing my sanity (once again, what's left of it) very quickly. Other than that, things are freakin' fabulous.
I know, I know, I should be excited...and I am, really I am. I'm just having trouble right now finding the light at the end of the tunnel.
I love this picture. I think I'm going to find a place to work it in when I start my decorating. They apparently are Australian opera singers ca. 1875. I love how they are seated, their expressions, their clothing, and especially how the picture was colorized. The girl in the pink is especially beautiful. It makes me wonder what their voices sounded like while singing, I bet lovely. I might have to enlarge it, and make it a fabulous focal point.
The movers have now arrived, my house is full of men I don't know, and I'm alone. I'm feeling a little low on faith right now in my dear movers abilities as, they are Bubba and Bubba II. I even saw one stagger a little, I hope he hasn't been drinking. I am the most paranoid, OCD, person...I'm driving myself crazy. Please, God... help us get through this. I'm just going to close my eyes and hopefully it will all be over. Right.