Slippery slope

We're not sure how we want to tackle the whole nursery-decorating thing.

Frugality and fate conspired to get me and E into a wonderful house last summer. It's our first, but not really a "starter." With three bedrooms, we hope never to have to move for want of space.

Though this does look suspicious to new acquaintances.

The second bedroom can be disguised easily as a guest room. The third served as a moving-detritus dumping ground until recently.

Not really believing in feng shui, but grasping at straws, we (I) decided it was time to get our shit together.

A few weeks ago I hung up pictures and moved in a few plants and a rocking chair.

I picked up a novena candle for a quarter, so now Mary, Jesus, and Frank Gerbil of Peace watch over the room.

Then I got a mad yen to reorganize my yarn stash, so the place became a mess again.

Today I finally put away the yarn and took out the trash. It's looking pretty good.

E went so far as to suggest we furnish the room, but that's too much for me.

It's day 29/32. Hoping my boobs don't start aching from the amount of prodding I'm doing to see if they're aching.

Maybe the $73 worth of OvuQuick I just bought is a talisman...