bookmark_borderPurple House

I pass by this house on my walk to and from work. There have been workmen inside for weeks and the junk just keeps coming out. At least 2 dumpsters have come and gone.

I sometimes sneak a peek inside and the house still looks very much like a work in progress. But you can tell things are getting done.

However, the only change evident on the outside is new windows.

Otherwise the house looks like a hillbilly shack.

The thing is coated in peeling purple paint and there’s an addition that looks like it was built by a team of blind elves.

I can’t possibly describe the rest. It must been seen to be believed.

I am dying to know if the owners will actually do something about the outside of this house.

I have a feeling the plan was only for an interior renovation — much to, I imagine, the chagrin of the neighbours. I’ll keep you posted.

Maybe I take a picture, too.

bookmark_borderI am not a Junior Trendsetter

I am not a Junior Trendsetter yet today I was compelled to try on some skinny-assed jeans at Winners. They were really cute — designer cute and cheap.

One one hand, they reminded of the pegged pants of my youth.

On the other hand, they also reminded me that it has been about 25 years since I belonged in this particular section of a department store.

They fit but I looked like an idiot.