Lofty Improvements I have new (to me) kitchen cabinets! The cabinets in question had been sitting in my building’s “dead space” (there happens to be a lot of “dead space” in a huge old brewery) for the past year and a half and had gotten a decent amount of rain dumped on them from the less than perfect roof, but they are still completely usable. Only one door got ruined, and I think I’ll be able to remake it out of MDF on my own. Last night I sanded them and they’re looking sexier than a cute girl with a kelly green shirt and pigtails.
Before the cabinets (not that the food is actually in them yet, anyway), the food simply sat on handed down old metal cabinets that were usually found in your grandpa’s garage. The boxed/bagged/canned food that sat out in my place tended to get really dusty and full of cat fur…not very tasty. Every time I had guests over for dinner I ended up having to re-wash the dishes or ever-so-elegantly blow or brush the cat hair off for the closer friends. Chic! But now I can serve with confidence. Yeee-haw!
My ex hasn’t lived with me since March and I just finished moving all his stuff out (he can’t do it himself; he’s been on the Appalachian Trail) and it’s wonderful to see how much more room I have. Also, my other roommate, Lyla (who I love dearly) is moving out September 20th. She has two insane cats and a ton of stuff. I will miss her laidback, incredibly caring, and hugely talented (she’s a potter) self, but I will not be missing her cats… yikes! And it will be nice to have her clay studio area free for my oil paints.
My loft is really starting to become more “me”. And I’m a picky son-of-a-bitch. I’m giving myself another year to finish the kitchen, re-do my tiny bedroom (which won’t take very long at all), and re-drywall and paint the bathroom. Then I will be ecstatic. Honest. With each passing day, I’m taking more pride in my place. It is cool… I live in a place with several other crazy artists, a gallery, a clay school, a theatre, and my place has the most amazing view of downtown for only $550 a month. It’s pretty ghetto, but, hey, so am I.
I can tell already that this winter is going to be full of dinner parties, and I can’t wait! Food and friends and flirting… what could be better?
<< >> | archive
