Since my Sis and BIL gave me all kinds of good ideas and then my Dad (who is fully vaccinated, yay) came by with the drill to help with the hardware installation… I now have a semi-private and semi- enclosed section of my deck:Continue reading “Prepared for the cicada scourge”
My back yard would be a pleasant oasis (jungle next door notwithstanding), if not for the fact that:Continue reading “Working on a small project”
Flush mounted globe lights are fine enough I suppose, on a low ceiling.
Not so much over a staircase though. Continue reading “Poorly planned”
Beyond my fence, is a little strip of land that’s technically public property – there’s a sidewalk and guardrail and whatnot out there.
It’s not mine. Or if it is, being outside the fence, it’s not top of mind. I don’t see it, unless I want to. Continue reading “Tending to the unseen (outside and in)”
I wish that the pictures could capture how pretty my yard smells when the lilac blooms. (The azalea next to it, not pictured, also). It needs a trim but I tended to that after the blooms slowed. (Update since this photo was taken: the azalea is still blooming, the lilacs not so much.)
OK, enough is ALMOST enough, as it turns out, because I decided to revisit the living area.
Continue reading “Finishing touches?”
And then, after the living room started to pull together, there were updated pictures for my bedroom, again thanks to gift cards I’d received for my birthday.
Continue reading “It’s getting there. No, really.”
As I’ve been making all these changes (and they’re not being related to you in order, necessarily), the furniture in my living room has started to bother me more and more.
When I moved into my apartment, I was in the process of filing for divorce, and in need of a place to live and new furnishings in a hurry (mostly because while my parents were very generous about being willing to let me stay with them until I got settled, the 2-hours-each-way commute from their place to my office just wasn’t going to be feasible long term).
So I was simultaneously shopping for furniture and shopping for an apartment to put it in.
Continue reading “So I’ve gone a little nuts”
And then there was my bathroom.
For starters, the medicine cabinet and the baseboard heat both had issues similar to the one in the kitchen: wall paint had been applied to both of these metal elements. The main difference was that in this case, it’s a steamy environment to boot, so I’d already had to make touchups, almost as soon as I moved in. Though on the plus side, I was considerably less likely to be injesting it in this case.