I love house tours. No, that’s not strong enough. I LOVE house tours. I spent more time as a child arranging my doll house, (and Barbie’s house too!) than actually playing with the dolls. And usually forced them to have major life changes that mandated remodels as I played. (How many times does Barbie really get married anyway? And have twin baby girls!?!) I was the nerd who was buying old interior design books at the used book sale at the library as a middle schooler. Oh and stole my mother’s house plan book (Sorry Mom!) and read it until the cover fell off. But I heard at the beginning of high school that you had to do math to be a designer. And I don’t do math. High school algebra, I’m looking at you. So I majored in English, because I also love to read. But that’s a whole ‘nother story. But while driving at night up the mountain to our newlywed apartment in college, I would peek into the windows of the fancy houses our building stood next to. Not to see the people, but their house stuff. I told the hubs to drive slow, so I could see. He thought I was silly. He still does.
So, that’s our dining room. Which will room be clean next? 😉