The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

You can write on your walls!

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The problem is, so can everyone else.

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This is Man on a Wire by Isaac.  Has anyone else seen that documentary?  It’s fascinating.  This French dude broke through all the security in the newly constructed twin towers back in the 70’s, strung a cable across the roofs and then spent 45 minutes walking around on it.  Who does that sort of thing?  And gets a team of people to help?  Craaaaazay!

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When you have an architect for a father this is the sort of graffiti he will leave on your walls.

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And he might draw a light switch to try to confuse you.  Seth just so badly needed to put something on the wall, he felt much better after he was able to add his name under his dad’s light switch.

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I had to sign my handy work.

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Then there was the day that Ellen’s cousin found his way into her room when she wasn’t home.  He had a great time making his mark.

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What’s a girl to do when she has walls that beg for graffiti?

Pot RACK!!!!

If you’ve been reading this blog or if you know me very well at all…you know that this is a MONUMENTOUS occasion.

I have been wanting a pot rack for a very long time.  I asked for one for Christmas…..and my birthday…..and Mother’s Day….and then I just talked about a pot rack whenever I thought I could fit it into the conversation

I finally found a simple one I could afford at…get this, Walmart.com.  Who knew?  Not me!  I hate the silver chains, but I’m willing to deal with them until I paint them or find another solution.  It’s so nice to reach up and grab my favorite pots instead of rummage under my counter through the stacked pots and pans and lids.  My knees and back are very thankful for this.

Now, let’s talk about those bar stools I’ve been asking about for the last two years because I’d really like to sit down and drink coffee at that bar someday.

Yep, it’s black.

The crack house isn’t such a crack house anymore.  The black color is chalkboard paint so Ellen can write on her walls.  What teenager doesn’t want to write goofy things their friends say or great quotes from books or draw a picture…ON THEIR WALL?!!  I know!  I want chalkboard walls in every room!  And my boys are trying really hard to claim a space in her room now.  So guess who has to paint little chalkboard walls in the boys’ rooms?  Yeah…me.

The back wall was the only wall we didn’t have to repair.  We are looking at painting it green.  We actually have the bead board painted, but in these photos you’re looking at the primer.

Still left to do:

1. paint the wall

2. put up crown molding

3. install quarter round on the base board

4. touch up the floor where we scratched the crap out of it doing all the work in there…because putting down a drop cloth is too much trouble

5. make curtains

6. find a small overstuffed chair for $10 that I can recover……I know, I can dream though.

7. look at my bedroom and say to Clay, “Honey, I think I’d like to rip out this carpet and paint the wood floors……”

In case you haven’t been following The Crack House renovation…here’s a picture of what it used to look like.