Doesn’t it look like someone responsible and grown up lives there? Psyche. Husband hasn’t gotten to the lights yet, but I figured what with it snowing here finally (the slow descent to madness begins) I should get what paltry decorations I can muster up and out there. It’s small, but for decor-challenged moi, it’s kind of big. I still feel like I’m playing house and at some point a grown-up will come and take charge for me.