That’s what it feels like, this preparing to move and trying to find workers we can afford. I needed one thing to go smoothly, and this was it. We walked into the floor store, and I asked the guy to show me the least expensive hardwoods he had in stock. Excellent. Next day delivery, whee! The delivery guys even called when they said they would, and showed up on time. And that’s where the smoothness ended. Turns out the wood was in the wrong type of boxes, not packed correctly, or something. Because as they unloaded their truck onto the elevator, boxes were splitting and planks were spilling out. Off the elevator, more planks hitting the floor. Hi, new neighbors! No really, we’re quiet people, try not to hate us yet. Needless to say, lots of boards were damaged. This did make it easy for me to take some of the planks that didn’t have a box anymore and play puzzle on the floor.
And Art Child saw the piece. The perfect piece. She took it and placed it on the floor in what will be her room. Sure, the linoleum tiles currently in there are an excellent example of late ’60’s decor, but I don’t think we’ll miss them too much.
In the interest of budget and productivity, Husband took the wallpaper off of the bedroom walls. You never know what you’ll find behind wallpaper. You could find a hidden fortune, or maybe
I would pissercize my anxiety away, but I re-injured my back pulling old nails and hooks out of the walls. Ohhmmmm. I’ll just meditate on my future new tank. I’ve got the perfect spot all picked out.
Husband and I went to get little sample cans of paint colors this morning, and as I was hyperventilating, thinking of the work and cost ahead, this song came on the radio. I don’t think I’ve even heard it in twenty-five or thirty years. Not a soothing song, but I was soothed. Maybe it just threw me back all those years, to the many moves I’ve made, and how it’s always worked out. Besides, it’s Friday, and that’s always good.
I LOVE that song!
I also love that wood! That wood is what your floors will be? Wow!
Geeze, when I had an apartment, everything was unalterable. White walls. Came with blinds. Wood floors (I feel like most places in town here have wood floors; ours are all right, but certainly need refinishing).
Thanks Jen! Your experience is still true in many apartments (except for the painting, most don’t care, though they may require you return the walls to landlord white when you move), but in these apartments people tend to stay. Forever. 😉
I remember that song! Please tell me that’s not mould on your wall… 🙂 Love wood floors though, I can’t wait to see what it all looks like when you’re done. ❤
Um, how about if I don’t tell you about the wall? 😉
I’m feeling hopeful this morning, I think it’s all going to look good when it comes together. ❤
Hopeful is a great place to start!
Nothing like rock ‘n’ roll to put the punk back in spunk and get us going.
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Funny, I was certain this song was by Kansas–I’d forgotten Styx had some really fun music.
I’ll have to keep the classic rock going through the move 😀
I love that wood, too. It’s beautiful, Mrs Fringe! And I’m not surprised Art Child chose that plank, what a great design.
It’s going to take work but it’ll get done, it will. Just be sure to take it slow, don’t overdo, blah blah, I know, Mother Hen and all that. Thank you for the pix, it’s fun to see what people are really talking about. Do you plan to document the process because I can imagine how different those before and after pix would be.
Btw, I really enjoyed that song. Been a long time.
❤ Thanks, kk!
Not sure how much documenting I'll do as we go, but you can believe you'll see lots of pics "after" of the reef wall. 😉
Looking forward to that, Mrs Fringe. As I know you are. 😉
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Plastering is occurring as I type, whee!!!!!!!!!!