Cleaning is so fun! Cleaning is so fun! OR Why you shouldn't open unmarked envelopes
Or should. I suppose it all depends on your preferences.
So my cousin (who I have now sekritly named "Legs" in my mind) and her friend (Friend of Legs) are arriving in town today to visit for a couple of days. Which has meant crazy house painting and cleaning the last few months. I come baring a few highlights of the mess and some of the neat and porn things I found in my travels.
No alt tags on this entry because I realized that most people don't seem to realize they are there when I do use them.
I mean, don't get me wrong: the house needed painting. Between the cigarette smoke and the powder blue mouldings with pink blinds with brown curtains (in the living room alone... the kitchen was it's own not so hot mess of homemade paisley curtains with teal counters and dark blue mouldings and flowery chandelier), it needed fixing. I'm gonna limit the painting pictures, only because I don't want to resize a lot of stuff and that's the boring part anyway.
Living room, before. No really, the blue was horrible. You can't quite see it well here, but it was.
Living room, after. ...I sorta forgot to take an after pict, so I just did it. The house is now varying shades of vanilla: french vanilla for the walls and the mouldings are your standard type.
Kitchen before
Kitchen after. I've since painted the window frames. That was, like, last week or something.
I also ripped up the carpet from the stairs, which was probably safe to say that it was one of the more strenuous things I've had to do in my life. Seeing as, you know, gravity works against you during all that.
I think it's worth mentioning we were told that the stairs were finished when we bought the house. This was the good sign.
...Which rapidly turned to bad.
All that stuff off, you can see that they WERE finished (from that little strip of wood under every step, where the carpet tack used to be). They were finished, then the carpet strips were put down, then they were painted, and then carpet. WHO DOES THAT.
Bucket full of syphilis tetanus.
Carpet burritos.
However, most of the delightful and wtf-worthy came from the basement, which I reorganized in a rage fit I had one night.
The nice reorganized cabinets... there were like, five of them packed with shit. Now it's organized shit.
This tin caught my eye. While it's a bucket of tetanus all on it's own, it's kinda neato in that retro kind of way. I left it be.
Now things started getting weird... is this a piston or something?
OHSHI-. Random metal. Wut? It's like a bizarre crime scene for a crime of passion (｡◕‿‿◕｡ ) wait, no, that's not right.
WHAT THE CRAP IS IT.
There are a LOT of kits like this in the basement. A lot. These are the kinds of things one should look for when buying a new house. :| Just saying.
Chemicals from the 80s....
...and chemicals from the 60s! Made with real cyanide! And endangered seal fat!
Okay, when we moved in? We learned that anything hanging in the house were from huuuuge nails. These are the collected remains of them.
Seriously. These are the nails that crucified Christ.
Within the basement, there was a box of old unopened letters and saved crap from back before we moved. It was a ragtag of stuff, mostly junk mail, but there were a few fun things in there.
One of my old tea boxes had this insert. See anything wrong with this picture?
Gay mermaids.
Ahahahahahah. I'm sorry. That was wrong. But really: I'm amazed this wasn't censored or something in the store, since the box had that proudly displayed too (it's the brand).
A blank envelope, addressed to my father? But he hasn't lived a) at this house ever and b) with us for years. Postmark from 2003, and still not opened? I wonder what this could be?
щ(ﾟДﾟщ)
Amazingly, this is not the most awkward pseudo porn moment I've had involving my father's tastes. Number one has to be the day I found his Playboy collection.
Avid collector from about '88 to '92.
Linkies will probably be up later today, if I can get a break from my cousin. I don't even know what to do with her, as she arriving in town early. I dunno. We'll be boring together or something.
So my cousin (who I have now sekritly named "Legs" in my mind) and her friend (Friend of Legs) are arriving in town today to visit for a couple of days. Which has meant crazy house painting and cleaning the last few months. I come baring a few highlights of the mess and some of the neat and porn things I found in my travels.
No alt tags on this entry because I realized that most people don't seem to realize they are there when I do use them.
I mean, don't get me wrong: the house needed painting. Between the cigarette smoke and the powder blue mouldings with pink blinds with brown curtains (in the living room alone... the kitchen was it's own not so hot mess of homemade paisley curtains with teal counters and dark blue mouldings and flowery chandelier), it needed fixing. I'm gonna limit the painting pictures, only because I don't want to resize a lot of stuff and that's the boring part anyway.
Living room, before. No really, the blue was horrible. You can't quite see it well here, but it was.
Living room, after. ...I sorta forgot to take an after pict, so I just did it. The house is now varying shades of vanilla: french vanilla for the walls and the mouldings are your standard type.
Kitchen before
Kitchen after. I've since painted the window frames. That was, like, last week or something.
I also ripped up the carpet from the stairs, which was probably safe to say that it was one of the more strenuous things I've had to do in my life. Seeing as, you know, gravity works against you during all that.
I think it's worth mentioning we were told that the stairs were finished when we bought the house. This was the good sign.
...Which rapidly turned to bad.
All that stuff off, you can see that they WERE finished (from that little strip of wood under every step, where the carpet tack used to be). They were finished, then the carpet strips were put down, then they were painted, and then carpet. WHO DOES THAT.
Bucket full of syphilis tetanus.
Carpet burritos.
However, most of the delightful and wtf-worthy came from the basement, which I reorganized in a rage fit I had one night.
The nice reorganized cabinets... there were like, five of them packed with shit. Now it's organized shit.
This tin caught my eye. While it's a bucket of tetanus all on it's own, it's kinda neato in that retro kind of way. I left it be.
Now things started getting weird... is this a piston or something?
OHSHI-. Random metal. Wut? It's like a bizarre crime scene for a crime of passion (｡◕‿‿◕｡ ) wait, no, that's not right.
WHAT THE CRAP IS IT.
There are a LOT of kits like this in the basement. A lot. These are the kinds of things one should look for when buying a new house. :| Just saying.
Chemicals from the 80s....
...and chemicals from the 60s! Made with real cyanide! And endangered seal fat!
Okay, when we moved in? We learned that anything hanging in the house were from huuuuge nails. These are the collected remains of them.
Seriously. These are the nails that crucified Christ.
Within the basement, there was a box of old unopened letters and saved crap from back before we moved. It was a ragtag of stuff, mostly junk mail, but there were a few fun things in there.
One of my old tea boxes had this insert. See anything wrong with this picture?
Gay mermaids.
Ahahahahahah. I'm sorry. That was wrong. But really: I'm amazed this wasn't censored or something in the store, since the box had that proudly displayed too (it's the brand).
A blank envelope, addressed to my father? But he hasn't lived a) at this house ever and b) with us for years. Postmark from 2003, and still not opened? I wonder what this could be?
щ(ﾟДﾟщ)
Amazingly, this is not the most awkward pseudo porn moment I've had involving my father's tastes. Number one has to be the day I found his Playboy collection.
Avid collector from about '88 to '92.
Linkies will probably be up later today, if I can get a break from my cousin. I don't even know what to do with her, as she arriving in town early. I dunno. We'll be boring together or something.