eight months eight rooms
the complete master…almost
After a ridiculous week – full of Lucy moments – the bedroom is liveable, again. I am waiting for my laundry hamper (story to follow) and I have to finish the art. The art is coming along nicely. But you’ll have to wait to see it. The laundry hamper is heaven knows where. But most likely being used by the house it was delivered to, 4 blocks from here. I find this troubling. First it took me forever to find one I liked that was big enough and not $200. It was that whole needle/haystack thing. When I realized that the box I thought was the hamper was really that pillow that I’d ordered a week later, I was flummoxed. After calling UPS I find that yes it was delivered but OOPS wrong street. Now really, how hard is this? Raleigh does not even sound like Natchez. Natchez has a Z in it for crying out loud. Surely we haven’t given up on the ability to read as a job requirement. I was informed by UPS that they would be calling the home to try and “recover” my package. Well gee, it’s been two weeks. They couldn’t drop it off? Or send it back to UPS? I told them fine, but if Natchez had being using it, I wasn’t all that interested in getting it back. If they were not unable to trace and recover it, they would MAYBE refund my money, but I should talk to O too. Really? Overstock put the right address on it. I put the right address, it was you who went to the wrong house. sigh.
The other really stupid moment I had was my decision to move a six drawer bureau up the stairs by myself. This began with removing the drawers and bump grunt bump grunt moving it up 13 stairs. It was at 14 that the swearing and trouble began. The bureau was hesitant to budge through the landing. So there I was trapped behind the dress, which perched had gouged a hole in the hideous hump recently mudded wall. This is when I proceeded to use my quota for the month of the “f” word, among others. I imagined said dresser sliding down the stairs and through the glass paned door before shattering to pieces and giving poor Stella a heart attack. Stella, after the third fucking whore, (I warned you that this blog was rated R) decided she was better off in the front bedroom. Coward. While pausing to reflect (Ross’s Pivot, Pivot Pivot in my head) I flipped it over and up ended it, and managed to slide it into the room. Needless to say no weight training that day.
After fixing the wall, again, hanging the light and cleaning the carpet I was finally done. Except for the hamper and the painting. These are the after shots. I will update when the art is up.
Oh, just a quick word about Ikea. I love Ikea’s clean lines and prices. I don’t like that to have anything shipped here costs about a million dollars. And the store, well frankly scares me. You should never shop anywhere where the potential to get lost and never been see again is a real possibility. This usually ends with me sending Ben, after a certain amount of negotiation (he hates it too, but he’s not afraid!) in which I end up paying dearly.
Anyway, I digress.
Here are the numbers…
2nd bookcase from Ikea. $67.00
Drum light $35
NEW skylight shades (I love these but ouch) $225.
2 bamboo blinds $80
cool pillow (on sale at West Elm while trying to find hamper) $25
Paint (Stone harbor) $14
Grasscloth (see, behind the bed. Love it!) $68
Baseboards (shoot forgot to get a picture!) $80
I think that’s it. As before, not counting mud, sandpaper etc. Details, details.
Two rooms down running total to date: $1374
– Master bath
– Master Bedroom
Next the main bath gut. This could get ugly.
