Toddler Germs Got Me Down Again
I love fall! Yet hate the illnesses the cooler weather always brings. Jason has bronchitis, Jude has strep and I have some combination. I’m sure the other two boys are soon to fall ill, because that’s how we roll. I have too much shit to do to be sick AGAIN. I think I was only feeling like myself Tuesday of last week from the previous round of illness. That said, I took Monday off from working on almost everything. I rocked my sickly baby a lot and felt sorry for myself. What’s one day? Kind of important when you are on a self -imposed two-week timeline on the Section house. Since the time frame was my idea, I guess I can stretch it a tad. That was happening anyway. All of this painting is rough on my out of practice wrist.
I wish I had beautiful “after” photos to share of any room in that house but none are in “after” condition… getting there though. I’ve painted all of the first floor trim, the dining room walls (look amazing, adios rojo) and cut in the kitchen. I’ve been majorly slowed by the sweet little six pane windows flanking the fireplace. Sweet my ass! They are a disaster and despite my best efforts I’ve cracked three panes and cussed a lot. They are nowhere near finished. I’m doubting my abilities here or at least my tools and patience. The youtube vids make it look like a piece of cake. Pshh. And to think I was planning to take on the restoration of the eleven feet tall, eight paned windows on the fifth street house, seven of them actually. I think I might leave those to the pros. Or like child birth I will come back to them in a year remembering this process as not too bad or worth the outcome. Time will tell. I am glutton for punishment.
The garage at section has been practically rebuilt, a new door put on and a door from the garage to the yard added. It’s looking a million times better, scraped and ready for paint. Seriously the prospect of a garage makes me want to move there. The fifth street garage collapsed in an unfortunate incident two summers ago. I’d rather not talk about it, haha. Oh and we cleared the attic of about 14 macs from the early 1990’s. I checked them out, thanks google, no million dollar apple products there unfortunately. But at least the new owners won’t have to contend with the attic full of electronics that annoyed me the entire time we lived there.
I visited the pied-à-terre project in STL over the weekend. The painters are not quite finished, which I could have intuited if I wasn’t such a die-hard optimist. What is finished looks awesome, hit it out of the ballpark on 4/5 colors. Which leaves one that I am struggling with a touch. It’s pink. I thought it would be more barely coral, mostly white, nope it reads super freaking pink as a six-year-old girl’s bedroom (tasteful six-year-old, it’s not bubble gum more like cotton candy). I am debating hard what to do. It’s the kitchen too, did I mention? I think I will leave it up to my client but most likely, I’ll have to repaint. So there you have it, the mistake I knew I would make. I took a chance and I was wrong. Also I’m second guessing if it really is a mistake, if I style it out maybe it will be ok? I’ll Sleep on it some more. I’m sick that’s what I’m doing whenever possible anyway.
I’ve taken on a third project as well but it’s not terribly demanding of my time as of now. I’m furnishing, choosing finishes and styling a loft in downtown Hannibal. This will be a major departure from my usual style. It’s going to be copper/industrial/architectural salvage. I am learning to love these opportunities to venture out of my comfort zone. Right now though, I’m going to sleep because tomorrow I have to get down to business. Buenas noches, interweb!