I mean busy!
Now that we've got the apologies and groveling covered-- onto the fun stuff. You will NOT BELIEVE everything that we did, but maybe first, I should recap...
Here was the plan:
1.) Move home office into pocket-sized office space 12 blocks away.
2.) Figure out how to make new unbelievably small office space contain a-jillion-plus fabric samples and carpet swatches while looking deceptively spacious and comfortable.
3.) Move kitchen table into old home office space to create new fancy-pants dining room.
4.) Tell people to "Have a seat at the dining room table..." and feel very grown-up.
5.) Build or buy kitchen island and counter stools to improve storage space and use-ability of kitchen space. (This would also allow me to re-live fond memories of sitting at a kitchen island in my parents' kitchen. Except this time I would try to be less sullen and more delightful. No promises.)
6.) Say to multiple people "Welcome to my giant f----ing kitchen!" upon entering our apartment.
7.) Apologize for swearing at the UPS person who just walked into my giant f---ing kitchen.
Where to start???
I guess let's start in the kitchen!
If you remember rightly-- things were looking pretty good the last time we peered into our kitchen... John had pulled down the drop ceiling to reveal the tin ceilings above, and I had re-painted the wall of the room Benjamin Moore's Healing Aloe, and then painted all of the base cabinets of the kitchen counter Martha Stewarts Darkening Sky.... (If you don't remember rightly, you can click on the links to each of those entries above...)
You might also notice the white countertop sitting on top of my jazzy new kitchen island... You'll never believe where I got it. My basement. Yep. And I didn't even steal it from my neighbors storage area! Nope-- that giant piece of formica was already mine! It used to be the top to my industrial-sized drafting table (which wouldn't even fit through the door of my new office) so I dropped it on top of the "sideboard island", screwed it in from below, reinforced it with a couple of L-brackets, gave it a thorough cleaning with some goo-be-gone, and pronounced myself the proud owner of a kitchen island. ( I may also have pronounced myself a genius-- you'll have to check with The Mother Figure on the specifics....)
Remarkably, that was the easy part. Finding the perfect kitchen stools proved to be a good deal harder. Mummy and I scoured the earth (antique stores, thrift stores, yard sales, and Craig's List) all weekend, and found nothing even remotely perfect, let alone very perfect, until suddenly I came upon this Craig's List posting...
I don't know if you can read it-- but the gist of the ad was that someone was selling a massive Heywood Wakefield vintage furniture set: 4-stools, a pull-out bed, a small settee, a chair, and a rocking chair for $500.00. Yow! Unfortunately, I'm already up to my eyeballs in vintage furniture, and my storage area in the basement of our building looks like an episode of Hoarders, so I was pretty sure acquiring seating for 12 wasn't ideal. Not to be discouraged, I wrote and asked if he would sell me just the stools. No dice. When I heard back from the fella, everything had been sold and I was a day late and a dollar short. Bummer.
But then! Another email from the seller!
Apparently the person who bought everything else couldn't fit the stools into his van, so he'd left them behind.
I'm back in the saddle, so check back tomorrow and I'll fill you in on all of the new office updates too. It's looking pretty incredible, considering it's just over 50 square feet of space.