Cutie Furniture Project

I wish I had time to do fun stuff like this right now. Maybe laters!

http://www.diyideas.com/quickprojects/FurnitureCabinets/decoupage-furniture_ss1.html

Friday Afternoon Goof Off: House Number Numerology

Ours is 304 which adds up to 7. The house of the mystic.

http://www.think-aboutit.com/Spiritual/TheNumerologyofHouseNumbers.htm

Happy Easter

A few pics of the Lady Banks roses on the fence that Mike took while hunting eggs with the kids. I hope the Easter Bunny was good to you all. 

Making a creative space

My back hurts now.  Trying to get my studio/ sewing room/ girl cave put together. I've been in the house now about a year and a half and still haven't really "done" this room.  Originally  I was wanting to paint it a fun color. Like orange. But I'm thinking the color would be all wrong for 2 reasons. One being that the room gets very HOT during the summer months. Like sit and sweat hot. My first summer here I literally had my own sweat shop up there while trying to make a corset for Dragon*Con.  I'm afraid the orange would psychologically make the room feel even hotter. Bah.  The second reason is that eventually I hope to get back into painting and the orange cast from the walls would throw my colors all off.  This might could be solved by making the little dormer alcove there into a painting nook and leaving it white.  

I'm fine with white walls really. It's clean looking and there's lots of way to add color to a room besides painting the walls. The thing is, the walls aren't white.  They have a pink fleshy tint to them that somehow bothers me.  Perhaps a light creamy coffee color would be good. Something neutral yet not white.  

The room has all kinds of slanty ceilings. I suppose it used to be the attic.  See the little makeshift closet they made? It works nicely for all my costume stuff. 

I'm in the process of sorting out all my art supplies and fabrics and putting them in a place.

 With a little help.

I have this  cabinet to stash most of my art books and paints, brushes and what nots.

Also setting up a tiny den area with the futon.  I feel bad putting overnight guests in that mess.  We bought a new mattress for the futon and now it's actually going to make a good 2nd guest room once I get it together.  

I'm pretty sure that everything that  I can't  find is in that room somewhere.  It's just piles of stuff.  Where the abandoned furniture goes. Nothing goes together. The room is schizophrenic.  I have two large work tables from Ikea that I used for pattern cutting and sewing and I'm starting to think maybe I might like to get a small table that takes up less space yet folds out to a good size for sewing.  It's not like I sew all the time.  Right now I do nothing because I really don't like being up there much.  

I've got a good start but now my back hurts from trying to tame that damn futon. Also I discovered tonight that doing "paddle turns" on a rug with no anti-skid stuff under it is a dumb idea. ;/ (the open space was just too tempting). 

In the beginning there was me.......

I moved to Chattanooga Carrolton Ga. in 2000.  I rented a small house in North Chatt. Tiny little house with no yard and no windows.  At the time I thought it was cool but it wasn't. Then I found an awesomely beautiful apartment downtown.  Ten foot ceilings. Huge 9 foot tall windows. Open, lofty, painted beautiful colors. A balcony accessed through the living room window.  Some called it the Friends apartment for that reason.  It was perfect until the owner decided to gut the bottom and top floors (I lived on the second floor).  I endured 2 years of renovations until one day while in NYC for work I got a call from the management office saying "We are bringing the real estate woman by to take pictures at 5."  "Good luck with that" I replied "I'm out of town. Hope the place is a MESS."  It was then, standing there in a subway, that I made the decision that I would buy a house come hell or high water.    Times were good. My car had just been paid off.  I was ready and was able to get a house with no money down.  I got in just right before the market crashed.  The building I used to live in was finished and put on the market about that time too. It sits on the corner of 4th and Lindsay, still for sale.  Karma can be a bitch.

I had always wanted my own house.  God knows we lived in some ugly ones when I was growing up and my mother and stepmonster were certainly not stylish.  I  suppose I've developed some sense of style along the way and people seem to like where I live.  After the horrors that I endured living with holes in plaster and cut electric wires and noise and dust and inconveniences I knew that I no longer wanted a fixer upper.  I found a nice little 40s house in a good neighborhood and made it my own. 

That's where I am now and  this blog is about what goes on in that house.  The projects, the parties, the mishaps, the weedy yard and garden ect.  It's about what happens when Martha Stewart's not looking.