Shop ’til You Don’t

Christmas tree in cart

BUY ALL OF THE CHRISTMAS

 

Christmas shopping is hard, man.

Well, the shopping part is kind of fun, in a festive tradition-y sort of way.

It’s the ideas – those are hard.  You’re on the spot, and no matter how well you know some people, when tasked to produce a single, paltry thought as to something – anything – they might enjoy or find useful, the best you can come up with is “uhhhhhh…

You know how it is.

But when you do find that perfect something – that’s the stuff, right there.  Yeah.  Then you take a few minutes to nod in self-congratulation, because you deserve it.  Good job, you.

I think I’m about halfway done.  That’s about…I’d say…around 50% less done than I’d like to be.  This year’s been trickier than others for some reason.  I think I just left my creativity in a box somewhere while moving, and still haven’t unpacked it yet.

Need to find that stuff.  Then I can get back to nodding.

 

Bene scribete.

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Housecapades: Finale (…For Now)

Done with the initial renovations, moving, and most of the unpacking/organizing.  At last…!

I should have thought to have taken some better before pictures, but alas, all I can offer is this snapshot:

 

Dining Room

 

It doesn’t come close to conveying how dramatic the paint difference is (it was formerly a dull, flat-finish pinkish-yellow – yick).

Moving was, as always, an ordeal.  One of my biggest worries about the continuously delayed sale pushing further and further out into autumn was that it would end up being more likely to rain on moving day, and I really, really didn’t want it to rain on moving day.

It rained on moving day.

Let me rephrase that: it was an all-day torrential downpour on moving day.

Moving day was, in fact, literally the rainiest November day of all time in the region, beating the previous record set in the 1800s.

Such is my luck.

So the floors of the old place got trashed, and I had to spend hours cleaning mud off of the furniture. Oh, and the mailbox got knocked over, the thermostat got smashed, and the garage door broke (at both places!). But now they’re all fixed. It’s done. The nightmare is over. Thank goodness.

Whew.

Well, then, I guess it’s time to move on and stress out about other things. (>^-‘)> Have a good week and a happy Thanksgiving, U.S. folks!

 

Bene scribete.

Housecapades: Part III

I hate painting.

Hate it, hate it, hate it.

I’d forgotten how much I did, since it’s been so long since I’ve had to.  I knew it was going to make me regret taking on renovations, but part of me was hoping I was just being pessimistic, and it wouldn’t be as bad as all that.

I wasn’t, and it is.

Been over there until 1:00 A.M. in the morning every night for the last couple weeks, and there’s still so much to do…!  It’s mostly because the expensive supposedly-the-best paint I got is just terrible.  Its coverage is streaky and uneven, showing splotches of the old stuff underneath even after two or three thick slathered-on coats.  I was just hoping for a little more from $1,500 of paint, you know?

But enough complaining.  The first part of the new flooring is in, and it’s looking pretty snazzy.

 

Wood flooring

 

(…hate painting!)

 

Bene scribete.