two deep breaths away from a mommyblog sponsorship
I am trying to be back around again, even though it means I get a lot of flack for being antisocial from the hausfrau, who is on summer vacation and has only my poor wretched self for company at the end of the day. The rest of the time he spends cooking me dinner and feeding socks to the dog and brutalizing the back deck in the name of building stairs.
I am still working a lot, but between Owen doing all the chores and my having seriously fallen off the gym/running wagon (I really hate admitting it, but it's true: without a race to dread my motivation evaporates) I suddenly have time in the evenings. Also, he and his dad re-arranged the furniture so I have this nice cozy nook on my craigslist chaise in the front window, and I love sitting here and may as well spend the time being totally extra-unproductive while I'm at it. So! INTERNET, HELLO.
And I won't lie: burnthemap's outdoor stylings have kind of inspired me to beg for help with my own half-assed home decor projects.
See, we have this one third of a hand-me-down card catalogue from a pair of Owen's old coworkers. One day I will use it to catalogue my library. Probably shortly before I move to Northern Ontario and make out with a bear. We used to keep this thing on the floor, but it's way too low and just... graceless. So as of last week it got moved to perch on this twenty dollar Ikea table (filched from the neighbours across the way when they were moving out: they had FOUR of the things). So now it's too high and even more hideous:
It needs proper legs. It really actually needs its other three counterparts and the fixings to hold it all together. But what I'd really like is some mid-century legs for it. I'm thinking like these hairpins? Or I can get something more like these at Home Depot. Strangely, Owen has managed to get attached to this dumb notion I had a few days ago which I now hate. Anyway, I like that the nubbins - I understand they're called pulls - are mismatched and sometimes I horrify myself by thinking about painting it. But that would be a travesty. So.
And to round this all off, here are two other mini-projects I took on while Owen and his dad were going at the deck two weeks ago. One: painting the backboards of the hand-me-down hutch our new neighbours gave us (so far I am batting 1000 on free furniture, here: apparently I am a cheap mooch) that I now use to store my vast collection of 1988 Winter Olympics glassware. (Trufax: I held the torch. Or my mom did while holding me. Whatevs.) And two: spraypainting the brass doors of our ugly-ass mofo of a fake-rock fireplace a heat-resistant black. I know the lighting's bad (there was literally zero sun today) but trust me when I say that every step towards making that sucker inconspicuous is a blessed one.
In conclusion: I need advice before I resort to consulting home decor bloggers from Edmonton who joke about calling their blog WhiteBaby.
I am still working a lot, but between Owen doing all the chores and my having seriously fallen off the gym/running wagon (I really hate admitting it, but it's true: without a race to dread my motivation evaporates) I suddenly have time in the evenings. Also, he and his dad re-arranged the furniture so I have this nice cozy nook on my craigslist chaise in the front window, and I love sitting here and may as well spend the time being totally extra-unproductive while I'm at it. So! INTERNET, HELLO.
And I won't lie: burnthemap's outdoor stylings have kind of inspired me to beg for help with my own half-assed home decor projects.
See, we have this one third of a hand-me-down card catalogue from a pair of Owen's old coworkers. One day I will use it to catalogue my library. Probably shortly before I move to Northern Ontario and make out with a bear. We used to keep this thing on the floor, but it's way too low and just... graceless. So as of last week it got moved to perch on this twenty dollar Ikea table (filched from the neighbours across the way when they were moving out: they had FOUR of the things). So now it's too high and even more hideous:
It needs proper legs. It really actually needs its other three counterparts and the fixings to hold it all together. But what I'd really like is some mid-century legs for it. I'm thinking like these hairpins? Or I can get something more like these at Home Depot. Strangely, Owen has managed to get attached to this dumb notion I had a few days ago which I now hate. Anyway, I like that the nubbins - I understand they're called pulls - are mismatched and sometimes I horrify myself by thinking about painting it. But that would be a travesty. So.
And to round this all off, here are two other mini-projects I took on while Owen and his dad were going at the deck two weeks ago. One: painting the backboards of the hand-me-down hutch our new neighbours gave us (so far I am batting 1000 on free furniture, here: apparently I am a cheap mooch) that I now use to store my vast collection of 1988 Winter Olympics glassware. (Trufax: I held the torch. Or my mom did while holding me. Whatevs.) And two: spraypainting the brass doors of our ugly-ass mofo of a fake-rock fireplace a heat-resistant black. I know the lighting's bad (there was literally zero sun today) but trust me when I say that every step towards making that sucker inconspicuous is a blessed one.
In conclusion: I need advice before I resort to consulting home decor bloggers from Edmonton who joke about calling their blog WhiteBaby.