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We spent most of the day on scaffolding, taking advantage of a rare day without rain to try to finish the porch-eave project. We did really well, managing to move the rig, scrape, scrape, scrape, patch, sand, clean and get the primer coat on before, uh … well not before dark. Before we collapsed! And I set myself on fire only twice—you don’t want to know how I stopped the glowing paint globs from burning through my pants. Since kids started coming around in costume a couple hours before sunset, we set a monster-head-full of peanut butter pumpkins and cups on the steps and encouraged the costumed to take one (a naive directive to children faced with a bowl of plenty) since we were busy up high. Unfortunately, we had to miss a Halloween party to get all this done, but since we shirked work so much in September we were on the spot to make up for it. Tomorrow we need to get two coats of paint on and get 3 pieces of crown molding on, caulk a bit and pull down that scaffolding since it is partially on our neighbors’ driveway. We have fabulous neighbors. I knew they might be freaked out when we set up infringing on their space (though cars can still get by and park there) since they’d just seen the rig out front for about three weeks. So I put up a sign saying we’d have it down Monday night. We’re really shooting for Sunday night. Cross appendages, and Happy Halloween, everybody!
My neighborhood bespeaks classic, working-class Chicago style—belts of bungalows broken up by rows of two-family homes and the occasional oddball like my house. But even when a series of houses sprang from the earth looking the same, there’s no telling what one’s future might hold. Witness this two-flat:
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I really wish I had seen this work in progress because it must have involved at least multiple paint cans and brushes—and maybe multiple painters, not to mention the ladders. I wonder whether its neighbors are now feeling drab?
New Year greetings 1912-style
Best wishes to all my old-house accomplices. I am going to spend the day putting the final coat of paint on the fixed plaster at the top of the living room walls (what will be above the picture rail) so we can commence with tin ceiling installation soon! First I need to bottle up the leftover glogg, though, from last night’s celebration.
Inspired by Susan Wagner’s post at BlogHer, here is what I’ve been wearing lately.
And please let me point out that that is the dusted-off version of the outfit. Much sanding of late! Here is the full view, and yes I do find it helps the neighbors deal with my rebuilding of the windows if I wear a saucy vintage hat while toiling endlessly. What’s not totally obvious here is that the top button on the pants is missing, so it’s all slipping off and pooching out and, uh yeah. And I stuff as much as I can into the side pockets, so I’m sure I look as if I have elephantisis of the thighs.
I am stoked to find out there’s a movement of women who are confident enough to say, “Hey, I’m busy here with something more important than what you think about my clothes.”
Slob badge by Secret Agent Josephine
Oh, and I’m also happy for the excuse to post about my favorite Godzilla shirt that sadly sadly I took to painting in because it was the most comfortable shirt in my life at the time. Here’s my painting outfit.
My head is tilted because I am obsessed with ceilings, something that guy tells me is very weird. Huh?
I am going to die by Godzilla for this.
Below is what I looked like before I bought this house. It’s a red/blue stereo anaglyph, i.e., you need those 3-D glasses to see all the eye-poppingness. You can get free ones here.
