Oodles of posting to make up for!

I know I haven't been keeping up to date with this, but I wanted to get the photos before I said anything, and, well, being me, I procrastinated. I'm very good at procrastinating. Very, very good... So good that I wrote all this a year ago and have only been posting it now.
Okay that last bit wasn't true, but it easily could be, I really am a good procrastinator.
Well, I've been working at the house. With the help of the female parental unit, and her little friend we tackled the painting of the new house.
The previous owners had issues with colors. Those issues being they apparently wore gray tinted glasses in the house which prevented them from seeing how bright colors really are.
(On a side note, as I write this, the bad cat is trying his best to get my attention by leaping onto ledges in the parental unit's house where there are particularly breakable items that the female parental unit will miss if they are broken.)
Back to the house of spectacularly horrible color choices.
The worst of the color choices came in the form of an orange bedroom. This was no ordinary orange bedroom, but a nasty dark burnt sort of orange bedroom, in which they had decided that they loved this color so much that they would waste no space and paint the ceiling as well as the walls the same horrible nasty dark burnt sort of orange.

Not only was it horrible and nasty, it was also evil and really didn't want to let go of it's room.
Well, after much fighting, we conquered the evil orange.


While these photos don't do the color justice, I assure you it is much better than the orange, and is now something that I could sleep in without having nightmares that involve being smeared with burnt pumpkin in an increasingly shrinking room.
Other atrocities to the world of colors include the red and black accent walls in the basement, which when combined with white stairs and a lower ceiling, gave the effect that the basement was eating you.

We simplified and went white. It is a huge relief.

The crazy color family had also decided on a blue kitchen. A very blue kitchen. Which when combined with the yellow living room made for some eye slapping contrasts. (Unfortunately I failed to get an image of these two fighting for dominance.)

We resuscitated this by cutting out half the blue. Much better, if I don't say so myself, which I just did, so you make the call.

There were other little changes, but these three have made the house feel more like something I could live in. I couldn't have done this without the female parental unit or her little friend. After all I'm a procrastinator. If it were up to me, I'd still be sorting through my sweaters before I pack them up.