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What has been going on with me?
On Saturday I had Dima take me to pick up a Hoosier style cabinet in Cobble Hill. It was/is very narrow, oddly. This seemed like a benefit given our kitchen and arrangement.
The idea started when mum told me my favourite antique store had a 30% off sign for closing. It always has the cheapest and nicest things, and last trip I saw a Hoosier with a minty green enamel top there which I liked very much. It was around a hundred dollars, but that was enough and mum did not have time to see it though I told her about it. With 30% off that seemed better though, and I asked her to check on it. Sadly it had already sold a while before, for only 60$!!!!!! (That is a STEAL!)
Of course I had caught the bug already, and so I was on craigslist of four states. I only found a few options, and only two with a price that would work. The one was the normal 40" width, without a photo, in Manhattan, and I never recieved a response. The narrow one in Cobble Hill was available, and I arranged to see it the next day although it was small with hideous hardware. I convinced myself that the size was better really (and it probably is.)
The next three days I pushed myself to my limits, but at least I felt useful which made me something like happy. Too bad that has ended and I hurt and I have few good thoughts.
I plan to show off photo of the project, but maybe should wait for the pretty glass hardware to arrive. Right now I have leftovers from the work I did on our flat a few years ago.
I stripped the whole thing, painted inside, stained it pickled oak, and built a new drawer. I stayed up until the early hours afraid that if I stopped I would not be able to begin again. I don't know how managed it, but it was nice to be unthinking for that time.
The cabinet has replaced the island we had, and it takes up less space. I replaced the original hinges with leftovers original to our 1930s flat's kitchen cabinets. The wood is the same pine as the cabinets too, and same form. It matches beautifully!
I always fear the idea that they are going to rip out the lovely period details of our place one day when we leave. The neighbours down the hall bought a house someplace, and this week I have seen new appliances going in as well as new cabinets and such. I don't know if their place was original like ours, but I feel sick at the thought of our cabinets going in the trash as I saw and especially our enamel/porcelain sink with the cover.
When our building was being sold they showed my place off with pride thanks to the work I'd done to it, and the three guys viewing were Very impressed. One told me he could tell I went to FIT (he assumed for interior design I guess, rather than fashion.) So, maybe they won't rip it all out, but if they do? I plan to inquire about it and take the sink if I could. It is incredible and pristine. There are two sections with (my replaced) faucet between. The left is deeper than any I have ever seen, and the right normal which I keep the matching porcelain cover on since we have no counters. (Big reason they change the kitchens.)
With the '30s or '40s Hoosier, the original '30s floor to ceiling cabinets, the sink, and my lucky find of a '40s chrome and formica table our kitchen is super! I only wish the original, wider than they are now-a-days, oven was still here. The crappy (cheap) narrow old thing we have is so obviously not a fit. The fridge is the cheap kind too, and so it sticks out waaaaaaaaaaaay too far considering the galley space. I am in love with the rest though.
Dima is in a foul mood. I hurt badly today, napped, and finally made supper which was ready for him when he came home (late.) As we were eating he told me we had to talk, which I hate because it always kills my appetite and I had only just finished my salad and sat down to my big bowl of aubergines in an Indian inspired stew. When I asked him to please wait he flipped, which frightened me and pissed me off. So, I left to the other room. Later he apologised saying we could talk later. I really don't like the anger that lurks under the surface :/ I am always taken by suprise, and it really makes me nervous to think what is under there to explode at any time.
This coming week I have appointments Upstate, and so I have much to finish before leaving. The first is my most important doctor visit in a while because it is probably my last hope of figuring anything new out. If it does not go well or is not informative then I don't know what to do. Mostly it will mean being stuck as I am without knowing if or when I can get on with life. My GP has run out of ideas and tests, but this neuromuscular appointment has been waited on since January. It should cover the things suggested and suspect over the last year or more, but if the doctor is one that is not too good at listening or whatever then...
Besides that I am nervous because I am to expect a muscle biopsy. It just doesn't sound pleasant. Overall I am most worried about not getting answers though. I am not kidding. If I cannot figure things out I will soon go completely crazy, and That is what scares me. Mostly I already expect not too much though, and so I am sad. Generally I have little sense of hope or happiness going on, really. You could probably tell with what I have written lately.
On Saturday I had Dima take me to pick up a Hoosier style cabinet in Cobble Hill. It was/is very narrow, oddly. This seemed like a benefit given our kitchen and arrangement.
The idea started when mum told me my favourite antique store had a 30% off sign for closing. It always has the cheapest and nicest things, and last trip I saw a Hoosier with a minty green enamel top there which I liked very much. It was around a hundred dollars, but that was enough and mum did not have time to see it though I told her about it. With 30% off that seemed better though, and I asked her to check on it. Sadly it had already sold a while before, for only 60$!!!!!! (That is a STEAL!)
Of course I had caught the bug already, and so I was on craigslist of four states. I only found a few options, and only two with a price that would work. The one was the normal 40" width, without a photo, in Manhattan, and I never recieved a response. The narrow one in Cobble Hill was available, and I arranged to see it the next day although it was small with hideous hardware. I convinced myself that the size was better really (and it probably is.)
The next three days I pushed myself to my limits, but at least I felt useful which made me something like happy. Too bad that has ended and I hurt and I have few good thoughts.
I plan to show off photo of the project, but maybe should wait for the pretty glass hardware to arrive. Right now I have leftovers from the work I did on our flat a few years ago.
I stripped the whole thing, painted inside, stained it pickled oak, and built a new drawer. I stayed up until the early hours afraid that if I stopped I would not be able to begin again. I don't know how managed it, but it was nice to be unthinking for that time.
The cabinet has replaced the island we had, and it takes up less space. I replaced the original hinges with leftovers original to our 1930s flat's kitchen cabinets. The wood is the same pine as the cabinets too, and same form. It matches beautifully!
I always fear the idea that they are going to rip out the lovely period details of our place one day when we leave. The neighbours down the hall bought a house someplace, and this week I have seen new appliances going in as well as new cabinets and such. I don't know if their place was original like ours, but I feel sick at the thought of our cabinets going in the trash as I saw and especially our enamel/porcelain sink with the cover.
When our building was being sold they showed my place off with pride thanks to the work I'd done to it, and the three guys viewing were Very impressed. One told me he could tell I went to FIT (he assumed for interior design I guess, rather than fashion.) So, maybe they won't rip it all out, but if they do? I plan to inquire about it and take the sink if I could. It is incredible and pristine. There are two sections with (my replaced) faucet between. The left is deeper than any I have ever seen, and the right normal which I keep the matching porcelain cover on since we have no counters. (Big reason they change the kitchens.)
With the '30s or '40s Hoosier, the original '30s floor to ceiling cabinets, the sink, and my lucky find of a '40s chrome and formica table our kitchen is super! I only wish the original, wider than they are now-a-days, oven was still here. The crappy (cheap) narrow old thing we have is so obviously not a fit. The fridge is the cheap kind too, and so it sticks out waaaaaaaaaaaay too far considering the galley space. I am in love with the rest though.
Dima is in a foul mood. I hurt badly today, napped, and finally made supper which was ready for him when he came home (late.) As we were eating he told me we had to talk, which I hate because it always kills my appetite and I had only just finished my salad and sat down to my big bowl of aubergines in an Indian inspired stew. When I asked him to please wait he flipped, which frightened me and pissed me off. So, I left to the other room. Later he apologised saying we could talk later. I really don't like the anger that lurks under the surface :/ I am always taken by suprise, and it really makes me nervous to think what is under there to explode at any time.
This coming week I have appointments Upstate, and so I have much to finish before leaving. The first is my most important doctor visit in a while because it is probably my last hope of figuring anything new out. If it does not go well or is not informative then I don't know what to do. Mostly it will mean being stuck as I am without knowing if or when I can get on with life. My GP has run out of ideas and tests, but this neuromuscular appointment has been waited on since January. It should cover the things suggested and suspect over the last year or more, but if the doctor is one that is not too good at listening or whatever then...
Besides that I am nervous because I am to expect a muscle biopsy. It just doesn't sound pleasant. Overall I am most worried about not getting answers though. I am not kidding. If I cannot figure things out I will soon go completely crazy, and That is what scares me. Mostly I already expect not too much though, and so I am sad. Generally I have little sense of hope or happiness going on, really. You could probably tell with what I have written lately.