Welcome to the Sprawl House
We have resorted to surfing the Internet from the dish-drying rack. (Notice there are no dishes in the rack because they are all dirty.)
Strange as it may be, this unusual convergence of high-tech and low-tech may actually have nothing to do with the move and accompanying disarray of all things. Evidence: the following photo, which was taken several days before any of the moving had begun.
Did I mention we now have a mandolin? I'm learning (a) how to hold the pick correctly and (b) how many times I can play the same note in a row before the scary vein bulges out of Simon's forehead. Also, we bought a fog machine, which is good not just for Halloween but for disguising a dirty carpet or, say, an entire floor strewn with the contents of two oversized shelving towers, which have now been disassembled and given to the landlord.
But the mess. It is big. In the spirit of the season, I'd even call it monstrous. In deciding that we absolutely must have new bookshelves rightthissecond (even though it should be obvious to any sane person that it would be better to finish the clean-out of Apt. 1 before starting the make-over of Apt. 2), we have transformed not one but now two formerly habitable homes into twin soul-sucking vortexes of disorganized disaster.
But we have a new bookcase! And a new tv stand, which Simon convinced me to green-light based on the additional hours of naked carpentry required to assemble it. And just because we like creating more work for ourselves when we already have plenty, we also got a new red velvet curtain for the media room. It will, as Simon's queer eye pointed out, add some much needed continuity to the house.
Last night we built the shelves with one million wooden pegs and one awesome rubber mallet, and damn, they look so good that they actually lend an air of sophistication to the Darth Vader mask now perched menacingly (and temporarily) in one of the cubbies. Also, Simon picked me up from my apartment with a tupperware tub full of fresh popcorn in the front seat of the car, so yeah, the house is messy, but it could be worse.
Of note: Simon can pull off a convincing Luke Danes when he wears plaid, turns his cap around, and tucks a mallet under his arm. This almost makes up for our missing GG Tuesday night because we were too busy discussing the intricacies of naked home improvement while sizing wicker baskets and making notations with mini-golf pencils.
Temporary my ass. It's the media room. That is where it goes.
That last post was me... when Leah uses my computer to comment, the ID stuff sticks.
Can we see pics of the shelving towers? I need an ikea fix...
Also - I always refer people moving to the funniest posts I've ever come across re: the moving experience - go to the Daily Dump (on blogspot) and do a search for moving - I think it was in June/July or so. HILARIOUS.
I love me some Daily Dump. (We miss you, Dan!)
Yes, Dan, we do love the Daily Dump. I think it's time to dry those eyes, steel that heart, and get back to business.
And if you have to pepper your wit with a touch of heartbreak, so be it. There's nothing wrong with that.
Well hey, you're making progress. We've had our house for more than six years and we still haven't figured out where to put the Darth Vader mask. The red oar is, of course, over the door.
Our abode is in flux because we're moving everything around to make way for Baby No. 2. The garage is my only santuary, but it's a mess, too.
Good luck!
so is that heavybag something you brought over?
It's something I'm trying to throw out! Last night he suggested we hang it right in the middle of the room, which, um, no.
Holy crap, he DOES look like Luke!
I think the stubble is the real kicker. Mmm, I love me some man-stubble.
about the heavy bag - it looks like it's in pretty good condition. . . don't you think you could craislist that thing rather than throw it out?. . . especially if you give it away for free?. . . you gotsta start thinking about the earth. . . "you know, for kids!". . .
I am definitely with you on the man stubble, leah, it doesn't get much better than a man without a razor for a few days. But as someone who is just finishing with that crazy moving time, I wish you all the best :)
Bring the heavy bag to SLC. I'll take it!
I'm just relieved to see you have PLENTY of toilet paper. :)
I, too, need an IKEA fix :)
Jennie--That's what? A dozen rolls? We originally bought something like a 64 pack, and yet I always feel compelled to buy more when we're at the store, so we end up having rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls. It's just one of those things I don't want to be caught without, okay?
Dave et. al.--Apparently, just because I want something gone doesn't mean it's going. I know--I thought I was the king of the house too! :(
Damn. That is a hella big kitty in the first photo.