Spring Break Mania: Day 1
Spring break, woo hoo!
Let me be honest, dear friends: I’m fucking beat. Who knew any kind of school could be this hard/draining/angst-rendering? I didn’t, that’s for sure. Finally, I get a break! Do I get to relax like kitty up there? (That’s her current favorite activity, by the way, and what you can’t really make out under the heft of her body is the heating vent she’s lying atop.) No, I’m a grown-up, which means I get to get back to doing stuff around my house now that I have some free time, stuff that Kevin has really selflessly and graciously picked up while I’ve been eye-glazed with school crap.
I’m much more productive when I make lists for myself, and I currently have probably 5 different lists going. Why not add another?
THINGS TO DO MONDAY
- Clean bathroom
Dig staples out of stairs in basement Kevin said to forget it, since we’re demo-ing them anyway.
- Vacuum house
That’s not too ambitious, is it? I think it’ll still allow me a little bit of relaxation time while being productive during the hours between 5pm and 11pm. We’ll see!
(Okay, I’ll be honest. I’m going to do a little bit of the prawn-kitty thing. But only a little.)
This project is back-burnered somewhat, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about things now. I’m talking about STAIRS!
We’ve got a one-level pillbox ranch house, so any dreams I had about lovely Newell posts, grand staircases, and whatever else are pretty much out. However! I do have one set to put my mark on, and that’s the stairs going into the basement.
even Saffron is a little creeped out standing on them
Up until very recently, I mostly tried to ignore them. They were rickety things, covered in the same shit-colored carpeting as the rest of the house, and always a little too shallow for my comfort. It was honestly an area of the house that I tried to ignore as much as possible. Vacuuming them never made them look any better/cleaner. They always gave just a little too much whenever you’d walk down them, too, and whenever I’d be carrying laundry down, I’d try to push the story about how Kevin’s mother fell through one of the steps out of my head. I had to work even harder at not thinking about them when Kevin took a good look at the underbelly of the staircase and found that the treads were basically just flimsy boards held in place with nails on either side, and no supporting brackets or boards or whatever you’re supposed to use to keep your stairs from cracking under the pressure of anything that weighs more than a hot dog.
I was at clinicals (the nursing school kind) a few weeks ago, and Kevin sent me a blurry cameraphone shot of something indiscernible, although I thought it looked like carpeting. It was basically a crappy version of this picture:
Gross. And now, we’ve got this:
The improvement is obvious, although the amount that the stairs give when you’re walking down them is ALSO quite obvious now. And scary. Eventually, these stairs will be replaced with sturdy ones that we’ll never have to worry about falling through. Yay! As for design, Anna over at Door Sixteen has done a couple of posts (1, 2) on staircases from which I’m going to draw heavy inspiration. I’ll have to keep my eye on Ferm Living for the next time they’re having a wallpaper sale. Oooh, or Minimoderns (yum).
Say “Good night”, Gracie. The long era of carting around this monstrosity is over.
She’s going off to a new owner to be stripped, reupholstered, and probably sold off at a pretty penny to someone with enough room in their den for a 9′ sofa with built-in end tables. Along with her goes a pair of careworn wood-framed chairs that we just couldn’t devote the time to restoring and re-cushioning. It’s a sad day of furniture failure in the Seven Ten Clark home.
Oh well. Time to move on and do what we can do, am I right? I’m still dreaming of Macy’s Blake sofa, but unless by some miracle they waive their $225 shipping fee, there’s pretty much no way we’re getting one anytime soon, so that means we’re stuck with old Gold Velour.
Edited to add: I posted too soon! The lady from Regeneration Factory came to pick up the pieces, and Kevin couldn’t let the couch go. I don’t blame him, because if ever there were a couch with perfect bones and in exactly the right shape for us, it was this one. It’ll fit in our basement entertainment area, if nothing else, and we’re going to get on Amy’s waiting list to have it reupholstered. Wheee!