Me, being just a tiny bit impulsive
There have been times in my life when I've thought things through before doing them. Not many, but it has happened.
This was not one of those times.
Me, being just a tiny bit impulsive
There have been times in my life when I've thought things through before doing them. Not many, but it has happened.
This was not one of those times.
Hellooooo before and after!
The hall bathroom - a small space with lots of opportunities for easy fixes - was another of the first projects I tackled when we moved into our new place, just because I already knew what to do (and also knew that it would be low-cost, high-impact).
Moving day!
We're moved in!!! Mostly. Our kitchen is still a construction zone, the toilets and showers are giving me sass, and I've been wandering around at 3am every night hanging things, so I am a puffy exhausted mess - but all of the bedrooms are more or less set up, we have a usable dining room, I know what day the trash gets picked up, et cetera. And the Wifi is functioning (!), hence my ability to write this post.
(BY THE WAY. 99% of the reason I've been able to do all of this while also being a working mother and maintaining a marginal degree of mental stability is Duckbill. It's a personal assistant service. Go get your free month with code RAMSHACKLE and thank me later.)
I have a lot of conflicting feelings about my condo. On the plus side, I bought it! All by myself! The building it's in burned to the ground during the Woolsey Fire, so it's brand-new construction - which means everything works (!). Having lived in extremely ramshackle (hee) housing over the years - from our adorable-but-not-super-functional Hudson Valley house to a trailer with multi-million dollar views but no especially reliable electrical or plumbing - this is quite exciting. Sometimes I just open the closet where the water heater is kept, think back to the spricket-infested basement hellscape where the water tank lived in Tarrytown, and marvel at its shiny newness.
Our very first house. I LOVED it, sprickets and all.
zzzzzzzzzz
OK, so nothing was wrong with the second bathroom in our new place - not technically, at least. Our condo is a new build - the original structure burned to the ground in the Woolsey fire a couple of years back - so everything was in great shape, but it just felt like...a hotel. You know, what with the large flat mirror, the nickel-plated lights, the white walls. It was one big "meh."
You know what I enjoy, though? A blank slate. Give me a boring room, and I am a child on Christmas morning.