The living room pictured above used to be habitable. Note the new look of distressed cinder block and hanging wires. Looks like a good place to brew meth, right?
And Exhibit B:
Dining room - formerly known as a pleasant place to gather for meals or a game of cards, or occasionally as a good spot to take out my sewing machine and swear while attempting to sew on Scout patches. No more, my friends! Larry's design scheme of stacked insulation and attractively draped plastic tarps cleverly precludes any social or creative events from taking place in this area. Have I mentioned he does not enjoy playing card games?
Here's Exhibit C, for good measure:
An erstwhile cozy nook in our living room, wherein resided an overstuffed Ektorp armchair with matching ottoman. It is now a staging ground for all Larry's tools and other implements of destruction, apparently in a passive-aggressive effort to campaign for an honest-to-God workshop. Oh, wow, is that my beloved IKEA dining room table being used as a workbench? Lovely.
This, fair readers, is what I signed up for, lo, many years ago, when I said "I do." For better, for worse, for home reconstruction mania? I must have missed that last phrase. Or maybe I felt that love could conquer all. Who knows? I was but a wee lass of 28 when I uttered those words. What did I know of drywall or insulation or even baseboards at that age? Nothing, I tell you, nothing. There should be premarital counseling for this sort of thing, don't you think?