possibly 2 wallpaper posts in one day is a bit much, but

[cimorene]

... this is just a portion of the 2 garbage bags + 1 human-being-sized roll of wallpaper we drove directly to the dump today. That's 3-4 layers from the dining room and 5-6 layers from the living room.



(Also gone: that black plastic chandelier you can see just a piece of. There was one of these in each of the rooms in question, both hung low enough to hit me on the head when I stood under them - I am under 5'7" -, both resembling nothing so much as disposable party decorations such as one would see at a prom or a new year's party, and both already broken when we arrived. The seller said she would come back later to remove them, but she wasn't fast enough for my taste.)

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[phosfate]

I feel you. I'm 5'4". My house has maybe eight-foot ceilings. I inherited a brass and cranberry carnival glass chandelier with an acorn-shaped finial on the bottom. Mom made it for reasons. If I sit on the floor, I get that fucker in the front of the head every time I stand up. If I make the bed, I get it on the back of my noggin every time I fold another quilt and add it to the pile at the foot. If I get sleep paralysis, I get to watch a small dragon thing dance in it to terrible industrial music. If there's an earthquake (hey, it happened once!) I watch it swing and sway and wonder if it is going to impale me in the underpants. I did not sign on for this level of household jeopardy.