My friend Beth is having a big ol’ party. We’re talking “call the cops and get these hoodlums outta here” party. Okay, fine. I regret to inform you that I’m just not cool enough to be invited to one of those parties. I’m also going out on a limb to say Beth isn’t cool enough to throw one of them. However, we DO both love staircases! So as soon as she spread the word about her staircase party, I was alllllll over it.
The stairwell is the first piece of house that greets my guest, so I knew it had to be something I liked. Of course, what my husband isn’t aware of is that this is a nice, beautiful, blank pallet for some wainscoting. Soon, dear. Soon…
And lastly, the reality. Look closely, and you’ll find a sleeping bag (oops. wait…looks like two are there), a lightsaber (never know when one might come in handy), and possibly a gorilla hand? Like you don’t have a gorilla hand on your landing.
Wanna see my dream staircase? Seriously. I have dreams about it.
Notice: No gorilla hand on the landing.