But I digress. Buckle your seatbelts, folks, it's going to be a hairy ride...
In the beginning, there was an uuuuuuugly house. Lived in by boys who liked black leather furniture and collecting beer (and other liquor) bottles. To start: isn't that front door welcoming? (Not. Soooo not.) The porch hadn't been painted in years, the paneling was dirty, and the door - a white, utilitarian door - makes me shudder:
Welcome to the downstairs living room! We spared you the walk through the "tunnel of doom" (dark wood paneling, narrow hallway... it was sad) to get you right to the good stuff. The laminate wood floors were quite possibly installed right on top of some nasty old carpet. The dingy blue-grey walls and beer bottle collection were, in my opinion, especially charming:
b. One epic black couch swamping the teensy bed next to it.
c. One super-sweet adorable red-checkered-jacket-wearing Laura.
(I hope that picture up there doesn't give anyone vertigo...)
d. The room of one patriotic, Californian, Rastafarian, Clinique-using dude. (And our model, Vanna, aka Quinn)
Pretty basic kitchens:
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a NEW creation. The old has passed away; behold, the NEW has come.
2 Corinthians 5:17