“A frog? . . . Where?” I looked down at the ground beneath my feet. No amphibian there. Weird. Why are we talking about a frog anyway? The topic of conversation had been about homes and home buying. “Why are you looking at the ground?” my friend asked me. Mentally scratching my head I said, “Umm, well, you said something about a frog?”
Having grown up in California all I remember that word being used for was to describe a somewhat cute and slimy hopper that a young boy might dump down a young girl’s shirt. After a chuckle at my puzzlement, my friend gave me the run-down on a southern frog or FROG. No green jumping critters here. If you mention FROG in the context of homes, you mean the Free Room Over the Garage (FROG).
Naturally, the next question is, is this room really “free?” Can you actually get additional square footage at no charge? “Anyone? . . . Anyone? . . . Bueller?” Well, whether it is free or not, I am now the owner of a FROG since I moved in with David. Remember my teaser picture from yesterday?
This is the FROG doorway and the FROG (I kind of like saying it) is accessed through my back porch. This picture was taken while I was standing on the stairs of the FROG and looking down into what I call my back porch. Before I show you the finished FROG product though you must see it before I steam cleaned the carpet, painted the walls and relocated a bunch of furniture up the stairs.
The stairs up to the FROG (and yes, cell phone camera strikes again).
No, your eyes are not deceiving you. Yes, you do see sponged mustard paint on the walls, blue paint on the popcorn ceiling, kitty light switch plates, and maroon window blinds.
Enter me, some white paint and my paint brushes and . . . ta daaa . . . !
Up the stairs.
And . . .
around . . .