Today I feel lazy. Lazed. I have a big headache. They are perpetually “restoring” the fire station near our house, sawing the bricks, sandblasting them, red dust covering the car every morning. Anyway, they woke me with their blaring circular saws at 7AM, and a handful of fitful dreams later, it was time to get up.
I have a headache for other reasons, none of which can be attributed to anything other than the mysterious, inner workings of the human body. I should drink more water, check the air pressure on the weather station, stop thinking.
Why so little blogging? Where have I been? Painting. Painting furniture white. Check my before and after of this table we found in the garage and promoted to front entrance status:
But replace the black obelisk with a mixing board. Done!
Additionally, I feel like I am endlessly doing paperwork. That part is psychological: deep down I enjoy filling out forms, doing sums, writing cheques, and mailing them away. But for the next little while I’m clamping down. Only domestic projects. Don’t even ask me to fill out a form.
OK. Thanks for reading but I’m going to go keep my weird/borderline bad mood to myself.
Among other business-y things, I’m spending time making our house look refreshed. Like I want it to look as if we actually thought about it before we threw our stuff together. Because underneath the thin layer of carelessly strewn 4-year-old’s toys, lies a dense layer of carelessly strewn personal effects. I have small, mini-visions for revitalizing all our rooms.
My deadline is strict: Neptune’s birthday party at the end of September. I want this perpetual mess to have a solid base layer. One project I’ll undertake is getting the dining room together. Swapping out furniture and unloading this giant Lowery organ of Murray’s (before he replaced it with a second one that had better insides. The organ totally works…he had it tuned up by Garfield (not the cat). Any takers? Email me.)
The main thing is wall decorations. Since we moved the piano to the other side of the room, I never reconfigured the shit on the walls. Right now it looks seriously half-assed. My plan is to take all these nice old prints and frames I’ve amassed over the years (mainly from my uncle, Edward, who has a framing business), and arrange them in eye-pleasing clusters. I’m inspired by Design*Sponge (always) but this old-meets-modern vibe taken from an apartment in Copenhagen is happening, especially with the way they’ve arranged the clunky frames. The secret, I just noticed, is that they’ve maintained a symmetrical outer border: like all the smaller frames have to be spaced within an imaginary, larger rectangular shape.
That and I’m painting a bunch of un-impressive, un-important furniture white. Back to the “grind.”