Blog Heaven

Oh, gods, THANK YOU for HouseBlogs.net!! Weeks of reading materials. I am so happy. Bliss, bliss, bliss. I have a reason to use that RSS thingy now! Two hundred and eighty home improvement blogs!!! THANK YOU!!!! Haven't been this happy since I discovered Domino.

(later)

OK, I'm inspired. I'm ready. I'm set. I'm going to move furniture, and maybe do a little painting, too. The Perspecta dresser has to go in this room, so everything else has to move.

The bedroom is driving me crazy! There are only three possible places to fit the bed, thanks to R's tiled bathroom addition, and I don't really like any of them. There just isn't enough room for a pair of night stands. I think I'm going to have to use tiny, 8" occasional tables instead.

At least my pop-art mirrors won't have to move. They were a pain to hang, but they'll look great over the dresser. And maybe now I can talk myself into hanging the red curtains. The green ones still aren't right, although the dresser makes them a lot closer to right. Wait a sec -- what is West Elm doing this season? And how about Anthropologie? And Urban Outfitters? Maybe I can find better curtains. So what if I've spent over $200 on curtains for that room so far. It's a great room (or it will be) and it deserves to be right.

(ten minutes later)

No new curtains, but I did find that my Anthropologie rug is on sale, at almost half-price. A rug I still can't afford, especially after today's spree and also since I have my heart set on an eggplant suit that I'll love until late November, and will then hate for the rest of my life. It's the kind of color that looks wonderful on me, but wears down my spirit.

ANYWAY -- My 40s vanity is going on the bathroom tile in front of the French doors. I'm trying to decide what, exactly, to do about the doors. I know I could tie back the curtains to frame the dresser. Easy drama. But part of me wants to go back to my original idea, either pasting vellum paper on the glass squares to let in light and allow privacy, or making computer-generated window clings with pastel-tinted vintage art. I do love the window cling project, but maybe I'll save it for the kitchen door, which could use a major pick-me-up.

I'm even considering cleaning the horrible bathroom, which I haven't used since I moved out of that bedroom two years ago. Yuck. It also needs paint -- I never finished around the toilet, because that involves getting down on my hands and knees, and as much as I love decorating that just isn't enough . . . gratification . . . to make hands-and-knees a worthwhile endeavor.

Must go move the sectional sofa back into the studio so I have room to shift the bedroom furniture.

(10:00 PM)

Prey rocks. The bedroom has serious competition. Wow. The graphics are incredible. Cut scenes that don't feel like cut scenes, where you can control which way your player looks! Yucky, gross aliens. Gravity-defying alien ship. Cool teleportation doorways. Wow, yuck, and so totally cool.

(10:30 PM)

Maybe the reason none of my so-called friends ever calls has nothing to do with my friends and everything to do with me. Gods, this is too depressing to even consider. Don't I have laundry to do or something????

(11:06)

I'm about to order the rug. I know, but I neeeed it. When I moved my bed I found that the central support had gouged some nasty marks in the paint finish applied to the floor. I think in the future I'm going to make sure everything in that room has a felt foot. But it's too late for that area. It looks horrible. So I need the rug to throw over the spot. And this nice pink crewel rug will help balance out the modern/shabby chic vibe I'm striving for. All I need now is a black Nelson coconut chair to set on top of it. Maybe I'll luck out and find the chair for half-price.

I am chatty tonight. Probably a good thing I'm alone. I'd drive a normal person to distration.