Molly Go Brightly

Wash Day. She has to change her look immediately. She has to know that somebody cares. And if you care, you jump on. Truth is, I'm as excited as a kid at Christmas.

In line with one of the premises of this blog, I'm going to shut up. Sort of.


The Captain's chair.
It appears Hunny has found her little niche.



Dig the crazy wallpaper. Where do I get more of that?


At dinner, Tristan said Molly was going to teach him how to play soccer.


Just like on a boat. Molly is our playtub.


Not the ideal sleeping arrangement. I've thought of creating a different layout....but I'm the sort who's drawn more towards restoring than to rebuilding. So the layout stays. As for the upholstery...