Construction Zone and Consignment Sale

We've done it again. We took a perfectly dust-free room and transformed it into a construction zone, all in the name of home improvement. Our bedroom is covered in bits of plaster and the closet looks like this:

You might be wondering why we would do such a thing. It's simple, really. When our house was built around 1955 there were firmly held beliefs that excess closet space caused cancer, destroyed marriages and was communistic in nature. Hence builders were careful to include only ONE closet in the master bedroom, a room that holds approximately seventeen more square inches than the other bedrooms, despite being the abode of two adult human beings. Sixty years later, the result of such antiquated thinking resulted in this:


Not pretty. Something had to be done. IKEA to the rescue! We are mid-project right now, but we've only been at it since yesterday morning, so I'm feeling optimistic. There have been a few hiccups, not the least of which was the presence of lath and plaster rather than sheet rock. Bleck. But, we are pressing on. Translation: Erik is working hard and I'm cheering from the sidelines. He is actually at a stopping point, realizing that he needs some sheet rock and can get it for free from a friend at church tomorrow. We also have Erik's parents coming over for lunch and possible slave labor, I mean volunteer help. :-)

In completely unrelated news, I went to the coolest consignment sale this morning. Wee-Cycle is a homegrown Portland business, started by a good friend of mine. I was amazed at the quantity and quality of goods. I managed to snag some pretty sweet deals. See below!

$2.50 shirt!

$1 shirt!

Both boys LOVE their new shirts. I'm fairly certain that Luke intends to wear his to bed tonight. Who wouldn't want to sleep with a T-Rex AND a monster truck plastered to your chest? The anachronism doesn't seem to bother him. He's so very happy!