“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: feminism and more.
So, my room was getting pretty bad.
It was just time to stop making excuses, especially since being allergic to dust meant that not keeping up with my room was messing up my health.
I did just about all of the cleaning on Sunday, but the utter failure of our usually great apartment complex to deal with the broken washing machines meant that a lot of the sheets and towels and things we washed that day (AS SANDY APPROACHED) didn’t come out dry enough to put away, not even with the dryer on a higher setting than usual, and with putting in extra money for more time. That is, there were things draped all over, so I waited to take the after pictures.
But here it is: my lovely room!
It feels great to have my clean, cozy space back again.
NICE. Staple guns are actually pretty useful for repairs and stuff; it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have around. Tacks still seem to work though.
wow love it!
Yeah, I was just trying to keep the cost way down, and we’ve yet to need something like that around, so it didn’t seem important to get one.
We have this dining room table and set of four chairs that belonged to one of my great grandmothers on my mom’s side. At some point (definitely before the early eighties), my mom’s mom reupholstered the chairs.
So the upholstery is, at this point, truly falling apart and kind of really dirty. Also, the physical integrity of three of the chairs is severely compromised. The one chair that’s still in ok condition, we use as a desk chair for the computer in our living room. The rest, we put in storage this past Friday, because even though they’re not in great condition, my mom thinks that eventually, someone (and by someone, she almost certainly means future me with my own post-broke-young-person-real-family home) can get them fixed up, and because they mean too much to her in terms of sentimental value.
That one chair for the desk still had the icky upholstery, though. SO I REUPHOLSTERED IT.
My dad and I went and got these supplies for under $24:
So, here’s the upholstery I removed:
*Instructions I found online suggest using staples, but that would have meant buying a special stapler, which by itself cost around $12-13. And which we’d never use again, probably. PLUS, my grandmother’s reupholstering job had lasted for DECADES, and she used tacks. That, plus we already own several hammers equals tacks, not staples.
bringin it back! “mista baLLOON hands ova here”