Can I convert a room full of junk into a decent bedroom? In one year?
I get tremendous enjoyment from clicking on the photos to enlarge them a bit so I can get a good look at all the tchotchkes and such.I'm the kind of person who enjoys strolling through neighborhoods when it's dark so I can peer into people's houses--from the sidewalk, mind you, though I'd probably creep closer if I thought I wouldn't get caught and bring shame upon my family.I spied a pipe stand in one of the photos. My dad used to have something similar, with a few less pipes. He must have gone through a phase, or something, because I don't really remember him ever smoking a pipe. However, they came in handy for me during my teen years, before I gathered the courage to visit a then-legal head shop--probably Maggie's Farm in Takoma Park, or some place in Georgetown--to buy my own.