This poster is kind of cool but I’m not sure I’d actually want to hang it in my house. Even though I’m decorating entirely in posters, so far.
I was furious to discover yesterday that the “workshop” in my building — which I was lead to believe during the condo-shopping process was stocked with tools or equipment of some sort — is actually just an empty room with a couple of tables against two walls. That’s it. Pretty much useless and actually kind of creepy since there are no windows and the space is poorly lit. I expected Leatherface to come up behind me any minute.
So I couldn’t cut my Ikea shelf, which I bought knowing it was about 8 inches too long for the spot in which I need it (the “alcove” near the front door) — there were no shelves of the right length. I’ll have to wait for my brother to take it to his father-in-law’s and god knows when that will be. Or maybe one of my uncles has a power saw in their garage. Once the shelf is up, I just need to find a welcome mat or small rug to cover up the disgusting linoleum floor and the alcove will be finished.
It’s Hoarders night tonight, so I’m sure I’ll be in hyper-organizing mood all evening. Which is good, because I’ve been sleeping on the couch all week so that I won’t have to move all the stuff off the bed — stuff for which I’m in the middle of finding homes. But there is no longer any part of my apartment that resembles the homes on Hoarders. Again, good, because my mom told me that if I ever get as bad as those people, she’ll shoot me in the head.
