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My House is Not a Victorian.
Well, duh! My house is a crappy ranch. I just want you to be aware that I’m aware that I don’t live here.
Oh, if only.
I could decorate the crap out of that house. I lurve Victorian inspired décor. Curvy legged furniture and tufted velvet… Damask wallpaper and chandeliers… Intricate moulding and millwork… None of which really makes sense in my crappy ranch.
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The Best Job EVER.
My house has three bedrooms. I turned one of them into a ridonkulous dressing room. I was planning on using the extra one for a guest room, but who am I kidding? No one wants to stay overnight at my crappy house. It’s just as well, because what I really need is an office.
