The renovations are officially done. With the exception of the washer-dryer, which is maybe the greatest thing ever introduced to my living quarters, I would not consider the work done to be a home improvement. Sure, things look nicer (except for our furniture, which looks worse than ever due to the move to storage and back). Rather than improving my life, however, the renovation created enormous new messes for me to clean.
Anyone needing a laugh should check out my friend's new blog, Awkward Ice Cream Social. It's "Satire with hot fudge and extra sprinkles." Yum.
For the rest of the day, I shall mentally curl up in the fetal position and rock back and forth. Tomorrow hopefully will be an exciting day. Jeffrey Zaslow's Wall Street Journal article following up on my classmates and I and our attitudes about body image and dieting will be out. A photographer came yesterday to take my picture. (I asked him not to use any that made me look like a douche. None of his other WSJ subjects have ever made such a request.) The paper is running then and now shots, so my nerdy 4th grade visage will be run next to my nerdy current image. The whole thing almost makes me giddy enough to forget all the white paint flakes that are trailing from the bathroom into the rest of the apartment.
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Changes often come with pros and cons. You'll like things once everything is done and in it's proper place.
ReplyDeleteI like the curling up and rocking thing.....you handle stress well :)
Ha ha! Actually, once the mess is finally really cleaned up, I'm sure I'll relax. It's just really hard to live amongst all the dust, dirt, chips, and boxes. Thanks for your vote of confidence, though!
ReplyDeleteJust keep thinking about all the laundry you can do. In your apartment. Without thinking about other people maybe touching your underwear. Someday I will have my own washer and dryer again and it will be *glorious*.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes! No one handling my drawers is worth a lot! :)
ReplyDeletePlus when I drop them on the floor while transferring between the washer and dryer, I no longer care. In the building laundry room, a drop like that meant I had to wash them again...
ReplyDeleteOh no way! I don't know if I will be able to sleep. I wonder when they load the online edition...
ReplyDeleteSuzanne, I was actually thinking of making a post about that very thing. I ALWAYS drop a clean sock or something between the washer to the dryer. Glad to hear I'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the plug for Awkward Ice Cream! I think your neck looks fabulous in the WSJ!
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