Ick Factor

I have a relatively high tolerance for "ick," but I totally discovered my limit last night.  In a surprising bout of after-work motivation, I decided to get started on my basement organization project (that I embarrassingly shared with you here). I was an organizing ninja....

until...

...under a pile of wrapping paper, I discovered a dead mouse.  But, like I said, I have a high tolerance for "ick," so that barely phased me.  We've found one other dead mouse in the house, and a few dead ones outside, but no live ones thankfully.  I think our 2 killer kittens would promptly make them sorry.  What really icked me out, though, was when I tried to dispose of said mouse.  I covered my hand with an inside out plastic bag and several sheets of paper towel and picked up the not so dearly departed.  Well, he left me a gift... of his fur stuck to the concrete floor.  ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK.  I know, not the image you want, so I'm sorry, but I had to vent.  Bleach to the rescue thankfully, but I may be scarred for life.  And I may be a wee bit melodramatic, but at the very least, I was scarred for the rest of the night.

It was a traumatic house evening all around.  When I emerged from the depths of the basement to announce our 'furry' friend to Hubby, the smoke alarm started going off.  On Chopped, they always make the error of not heating up the grill pan enough, so Hubby overcompensated.  Our steak dinner that Hubby was cooking got a little too seared on one side.  In his defense, the inside was cooked to perfection, but it took a while for the smoke to clear.

The last semi-traumatic event involved my jewelry.  Somehow the Hubs walked into the small chest in the bedroom where my throngs of jewelry live while they eagerly await pretty frames to live in.  Well, the jewelry and the dishes and holders and a leaning frame acted like dominoes and all went a-toppling.  Must be a sign- I guess I need to get moving on those frames.

To cleanse your mind of any unpleasant images I may have caused, I'll leave you with a few images of organizational prowess.

via 1,2,3

Roadkill Rescue

It's a first for this blog and I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of excited.  I've posted my projects on link parties on other blogs, but this is the first time one of my projects has actually been featured on another blog! Roadkill Rescue is one of the fantastically awesome blogs that I follow and I submitted my coffee table bench last week on a whim.  Roadkill Rescue (as you can probably guess by the name) features trash to treasure projects, so I'm honored to be a part of it!  You should check out the amazing transformations on Roadkill Rescue, but I warn you, you may get sucked in for hours (totally worth it though).

Pin and Tell: Dark and Stormy

Welcome to my “Pin and Tell” weekly series. If you missed my previous “Pin and Tell” posts, check them out here. ___________________________________________________

This week’s Pin

Why

I love tufted sofas, I love bolster pillows on tufted sofas, and I love that artwork.  The art sets the tone and the colors set the atmosphere- its moody and deep in the best possible way.  The mirrored coffee table and light accessories in the mix keep the space from becoming heavy.  Plus, how comfy does that sofa look?!  I just want to curl up and enjoy the beauty.

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Have a happy Thanksgiving and try not to eat too much!