Now that all that theatre stuff is over for the year I have cranked back into Mr. Destructo mode. I have spent the last few nights tearing down the paneling in my bedroom. No, I’ll say that I hate paneling. I hate that cheap, thin “tack it up and be done” paneling. That’s what I have. If I had the real thing (big, thick, sturdy … like in my Grandmother’s house) I probably wouldn’t mind as much.

See. It’s bad. It’s tacky. It’s comin’ down!

Just look at that mess that I have to clean up now. All that old molding and paneling is gonna make good for a bonfire in the back yard.

Turns out that the room used to be blue. Now, if my house were in the southwest (or big city) this color would probably work pretty well.

There was lots of wood in my house last night … but not the good kind. Boo hoo.