OKAY. Whew. The schmutz left from tearing up the carpet is vacuumed up, mostly. I’ve moved my bed back in, for the time being, because not having my own sleeping space when I’m trying to do complicated logistical shit I’ve never done before makes me kind of frantic.
Next step is that I’m going to try and hit the Northeast Portland Tool Library tomorrow and borrow some form of power sander; in the meantime, I’m feeling almost ready to make some final judgments about paint colors. And once the landlord’s agent gets back to me on whether I can get away with a minimalist oil treatment, I’ll need to try and source some tung oil and thinner (preferably the citrus kind, but I’ll deal w/ the VOCs if I have to). Yeah anyway, home improvement. Phone me if you have tung oil.
Wow, hold up a second, I just paged back through the last month and apparently I’ve only half-mentioned the new digs like once. I feel like I’ve been about to write something about it several times, and then got overwhelmed by the required context and photos or whatever and gave up or something. Actually, I very nearly just did the same thing again.
Long story short, Schwern and I moved across the neighborhood and Nóirín joined the household, and we’re all living in this unspeakably adorable 3-bedroom house on the border between Northeast and North. Nóirín took the recently renovated and incredibly dope “princess suite,” on account of ponying up a wad of extra rent, and Schwern got the room downstairs with the patchwork wood closet. I took the other much smaller upstairs room because I desperately wanted its east-facing window, being no fool about what is necessary to get me properly up in the morning.
Friends, the condition of that smaller upstairs bedroom was wack. It was the only room in the entire house with carpet instead of wood flooring, and said carpet was vile. The walls were amateurishly painted a stomach-turning visiting-room-at-juvie sea green. The light switch had a cover that, well, I’ll show you later. But I wanted that window, and the rest of the house was killer, and I’ve gradually gotten permission to change everything I disliked about my room. The original plan was to just paint, but now I’ve torn up the carpet and revealed an unfinished board floor, and guys, it’s kind of wonderful. Once I get the splinter situation under control and lay down a few rugs, this room is going to be my badass little treehouse.
Too bad about me having zero natural home improvement aptitude, and about never having done anything of the sort before, BUT FUCKIT, I’m doing this anyway. And I’ve got some help from my friends, too, especially once I’m ready to paint.
So yeah, that’s what’s up. Pictures… eventually. There’re a few up at Flickr already.