Archive | January, 2018

Two weeks

27 Jan

Two weeks ago when I told my mom our builders would be working on our reception room renovations for two weeks she sent me a compilation video from The Money Pit.

“Haha,” I replied.

But I knew our situation would be different. It really would only take 2 weeks — heck, judging by the speed with which they removed the old cornice, frieze and fireplace, it could take even less!

And then the cornice and ceiling decorations actually arrived. And it turns out getting an ornately patterned cornice to match up in a room that’s not a complete square, or even a proper rectangle (apparently one wall is 3 cm longer than the other (?!), is really difficult. So that one-day job turned into a four-day job, because we had to order an extra piece.

Then it was time to tackle the decorative ceiling.

“We’ll get the whole ceiling done on Friday!” one of the builders told me. And then they unwrapped the plaster mouldings and realized the pattern didn’t match up. So I had to call the manufacturer, who insisted it was not a problem, but they finally agreed to send one of their installers on Monday to help our builders.

Once the ceiling is done, they have to do the decorative molding on the walls. And install the new fireplace. And paint everything. And then we decided, hey, let’s get some floor tiles and do that too!

“Two weeks.” Haha! Two weeks! I’ll honestly be happy if we get all this done in two months.

I wasn’t sure what it would be like having strangers working in my home all day. I thought the noise would be the most troublesome part, but it hasn’t been bad at all. The worst part is having to wake up early and adjust my whole routine. Since my bedroom is right off the living room where they’re working, I spend the whole day on the other side of the flat in our office/guest room. I can’t walk around the flat to get Fitbit steps because there’s hardly an inch of space not covered in decorations, furniture or equipment. I have to do my work at Stephen’s desk like an actual working person, because the guest bed is covered in a giant slab of decorative plaster. I can’t run during the day like I usually do, I have to wait until the guys leave, which is always when it’s dark. Running in the dark is the worst. I have to eat all my meals earlier than I normally would, because I have to go to bed earlier to wake up earlier.

I keep telling myself it’ll all be worth it when we have a majestic reception room. But having space and a flexible schedule is like being healthy — you take it for granted until suddenly you’re sick, or everything in your flat is covered in a thin layer of plaster dust and you can’t walk two feet without bumping into a decoration.

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Everything is covered in dust and my lungs are full of plaster: flat renovation 2018

17 Jan

When we moved into this flat over a year ago we immediately started planning how we were going to renovated it. We were going to get rid of the ugly wallpaper in the bedroom and the ugly floor in the kitchen. We were going to add more kitchen cabinets. We were going to remove the cornice and frieze from the reception room and add more majestic ones, complete with ceiling decorations that made it look nicer than a room at Buckingham Palace. New Year’s Eve 2016 we were showing our friends possible designs, musing how much better our living room would look this time next year.

And then life happened. Stephen got caught up with work, we struggled to find a reliable builder for a reasonable price, and, mostly, we got lazy. This is why people do renovations before they move into the property. Because once your furniture is set and everything is unpacked, the thought of moving everything around and living in what feels like a war zone does not sound appealing.

But we’re finally doing it. Last weekend just the two of us moved all the living room furniture into other rooms in the flat and laid down carpet underlay to protect the wood floor. Then the builders came yesterday and removed all the cornicing, creating a dust storm to rival those in the Sahara. They made a makeshift plastic curtain to block off the living room, and we made a makeshift plastic curtain out of recycling bags to block off the hallway, plus we closed the kitchen door, and yet my kitchen countertops are covered in plaster dust. I was working in the second bedroom down the hall — the farthest room possible from the living room — and started to notice dust coming in under the door. Then I realized it was on the desk. And in my hair. And in my drink. And (likely) in my eyes and lungs. I thought the noise would be the worst part of the demolition, so when I realized it was tolerable, I decided to stay instead of going to a cafe. I didn’t even think about the dust!

I asked one of the builders if it was bad for us to be breathing in this plaster dust all day.

“Um, we do this every day,” he replied with a smile and a shrug, which now that I think about it, isn’t really an answer. They wore masks during the demolition, but took them off when they were cleaning up and the dust was settling. I probably should have worn one too while I was working. Or, you know, left the flat for the entire day like a wise person would.

The loud and dusty part is over (I think), but this week is probably a good time to catch a West End matinee and get out of the house. I may have complained a little to Stephen that working from home means I have to deal with all the renovations while he gets to escape to the office. His response? “You’re the one that will get to enjoy the finished product while I’m always at work.” Touche.

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A look back on 2017

5 Jan

And just like that, it’s 2018. 2017 really flew by, so I figured I’d pull myself out of this jetlag fog to remember all the things I did last year.

-I became an expert in cholesterol and became obsessed with lowering mine, only to find its genetic and there’s not much I can do
-I got to meet Cherry, my parents’ new Chihuahua-corgi rescue, and promptly fell in love with her (The amount of photos of her butt alone that I have on my phone is probably cause for concern)
-I got to see my Chicago and Milwaukee friends twice
-I ran a 5K race in under 30 minutes and completely wiped out in a 10K race and still finished in under an hour
-I got to see my favorite band Over the Rhine twice, once at their farm and once in Over the Rhine
-I saw Jim Steinman’s Bat Out of Hell the Musical twice from the front row
-I finally visited Greenwich
-Stephen and I had an epic holiday in Prague, Budapest and Tuscany
-We finally visited the Buckingham Palace state rooms
-I road a camel
-I got to meet my best friend’s daughter at the hospital a day after she was born
-I reached level 38 in Pokemon Go and still continue to play every day
-I saw Hamilton in Chicago
-I saw 16 West End shows, smashing previous years’ record of 9
-I became pescetarian in September and kept with it aside from a bit of turkey on Thanksgiving
-We rang in the New Year with new friends and a killer fireworks display in London

I don’t like to make formal New Year’s Resolutions, but there are some things I’d like to focus on in 2018. I’d like to continue my pescetarian diet at least until my next cholesterol test, just to see if it’s making any difference. Though to be honest, I don’t really miss meat that much. I think I’d also like to have another go at a half marathon this year, either the Flying Pig in Cincinnati or the Royal Parks Half in London (if I can manage to secure a ballot spot! Third time’s the charm, right?). On the hobby front, I’d like to pursue calligraphy and lettering more. I got into it a bit last year, but I got some nice pens and paper for my birthday this year that make me want to do it more. They say you should have at least 3 hobbies — one to keep you healthy, one that allows you to be creative, and one that makes you money. At least I’ve got the first two down! (Does writing and editing count as a money-making hobby if it’s your job?)

Here’s to a great 2018 — may I not spend the entirety of it jet lagged! (I’ve been back in London 6 days now and it’s starting to feel like I just might)

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