• unpackamania

    Messy Progress

    living room scene

    Unpacking a house always looks worse before it looks better but things are coming together. As you all know I’m a manic unpacker so I’ve been up at all hours busting down the boxes and rearranging things. My knees feel like I ran a marathon and maybe I have. I’m drinking coffee at the oddest times so that I can stay up even later (or earlier) to get my usual work that I do in the daytime done at night

    It’s like a giant tetras game to fit all my dishes into cabinets and craft supplies into closet shelves that do not fit all my usual baskets and storage methods. Stuff is everywhere and it’s driving me crazy, of course. It’s so hard to not want to go out and spend a zillion dollars on more things to make the space perfect.

    But perfect is not worth an empty bank account and now that I have a substantial rent payment looming, you can imagine what keeps me up at night. Well, that and the over-consumption of coffee…It’s a constant battle between my inner banker, inner decorator and inner caffeine junkie. But I’m not complaining! It’s a crazy fun place to be.

    kitchen zone

    So I’m really showing you these photos so you can see what a mess it is. That way when I’m done it will be super fun to see the improvement. I’ve actually made a lot of progress since these photos and I’m starting to feel like this place is home.

    nearly empty dining room

    Look at all those boxes! That’s called CRAZY PROGRESS.

    office mess

    Amazingly I’ve been keeping up with my work deadlines too. My new office is strange. I’m not sure about the temperatures here. It starts out cold in the morning and then heats up pretty quick in the afternoon. It’s perfectly manageable without using the air conditioner if you keep a careful schedule of window opening and closing but I’m not sure I’m going to love having my desk in the afternoon sun come August. We’ll see.

    Also, I can’t see Bug out the window as I had hoped. The outside patio wall is too high. All I have to do is stand up and peer over it or take a walk to the kitchen window and look out there but I kind of miss the old house where I could quickly glance up every once in a while and see her playing happily. We’ll work it out.

    The neighborhood is also about a thousand times safer here and she’s already made friends with the family across the way but you can never be too safe so we are taking it cautiously. She plays inside most of the morning and then I turn into the frantic window-watcher in the afternoon when the friendly sounds of children outside become too much for her to bear. She seems really happy though. She’s already organized a scooter gang with about four other kids which is kind of awesome.

    Bug helps

    Here she is putting Pink Kitty down for a nap in our very-much-in-progress bedroom. I have visions of a giant white puffy comforter with big white pillows stacked up at the end like a real bed for a change. I’d love an equally giant print of Paris over the non-existant headboard but we’ll see. I have this amazing print I bought off etsy a long time ago that’s all dreary and gray with the Eiffel Tower off in the distance but after I bought the giant rectangle IKEA frame to fit it, I found out the print was sadly too square and too small. I really should have measured first. Blarg. I see a lot of merchandise returning in my future and I HATE that.

    bathroom mess

    Here is my messy bathroom vanity which is actually all unpacked now. Bug and I gave ourselves pedicures here sitting on the counter with our feet in the sink. I see lots of future girly bonding going on here. Another thing that is weird about this place is there are mirrors everywhere. So along with future merchandise-returning, I also foresee working out. I can’t stand looking at myself all the time and seeing all that flab hanging out. Hopefully the mirrors are motivational and don’t send me into a spiral of self-hate.

    I had that happen to me once back in my college days. One day I was a perfectly happy, healthy twenty-something and then I moved into an apartment with one wall that was completely covered by mirrors and a window beaming sunlight in from the side. It was nice until you stared at your body every waking moment and saw every flaw in the light of day. I thought I was so ugly all the time and then one day I moved into a new place with no mirrors and I suddenly became ten pounds more beautiful in my mind. Funny how that works. So I’ll have to be careful with all these vanity mirrors going on.

    coming together

    Back to something that won’t give me a complex: the turquoise wall! It’s a funny thing, so much color in one space. So far I really love it but it’s intense. I can’t wait until I hang all my art on it. But I save that for last because that’s the best part, also the hardest.

    Breakfast in the garden.

    Another happy place is our patio. We had breakfast out there yesterday morning and it was so nice. I finally figured out that the cats can’t get out of the patio without jumping six feet (which they can and will figure out eventually, unfortunately) so we let them join us. I really love it out here. I might not have as much room to garden but that just means that what I do garden will just get more attention. I think my plants are going to love it here.

    still to go

    And that pretty much concludes our tour of the half-way unpacked house. As you can see I have a lot more work to do. But I’m getting there!

  • domesticity,  the sticks,  unpackamania

    Progress

    trailer

    I’m all unpacked and ready to share photos. Though, I don’t really love the photos. I wish I could spend days and days carefully painting walls, selecting carpets and big giant art to hang on the walls. There is so much I could do to make this place shine. But it’s not going to happen. I’ve stolen enough time away from freelancing to do as much as I have. I have to buckle down and work work work so I can pay for rugs and wall hangings and other important things like food and bills and taxes. So consider these photos a work in progress.

    First up is the outside. It’s a trailer. It’s not like I can lift it up and put it on some kind of foundation. No swing porch here. My mom has been growing flowers in that front bricked area. They aren’t really doing it for me. I have visions of aloes growing there. I’m thinking I might channel Georgia O’Keefe and go with the whole desert flavor. Anyone have a cow skull they want to donate to my cause?

    walk-the-dog atire curb appeal

    Here’s a view from the curb (on the right). That’s green rock you see there. It’s very popular out here in the desert. You don’t have to water it. Maybe I need to enlarge that so you can really see it’s awesome beauty.

    curb appeal

    All I can say is I’m sure glad I have such a cute red car to distract from it. The kid helps a lot too. I think the front yard will look much better with a big cow skull right there in the middle in the gray rock, next to the misshapen pine tree. Don’t you think? Maybe I just think too much.

    parking zone

    Here is my entry way and tricycle parking zone. I thought putting some plants here sort of gave my side door, that I use as a front door, a little privacy. I can’t really explain it but I felt like my door needed some kind of transition other than driveway meet kitchen. Isn’t there some sort of Japanese term for that?

    I’m so proud of my giant yucca plant. It was a b-i-t-c-h to move but I love it so. I got that big plant way back in 1995 from Smith’s Food and Drug. I used to work in their advertising department and for some reason someone gave it to me in a paper cup right when I got laid off and they picked up shop and moved back to Utah. I’m not kidding. A paper cup! It was so small and now look how big it is. I hope I keep it forever. I might have to plant it in the ground one of these years though. It’s getting so big. I just hope the frosts out here in the desert don’t kill it. Yuccas come from the desert, right? It should survive. Hopefully it didn’t get too spoiled living by the beach all these years (sort of like me).

    cooking area

    From the driveway, you walk into the kitchen. This is my cooking area. If I was going to live here forever (which I’m not), I’d take out all the floral wallpaper and lay in one of those sheets of tiny turquoise tile behind the stove. But then again, if I was going to live here forever I’d probably rip out the stove and paint the cabinets white and…oh I can’t even start. I’m not going to live here forever!!! That’s all there is to it.

    kitchen

    Across from the cooking zone is the sink and microwave zone. I do sort of miss my old sink with the view of all the people walking to the coffee shop. The good thing is, I don’t spend hours and hours in front of the sink anymore because I have a dishwasher!!! Woo hoo! It’s so great. Just as great as I always imagined it would be. It’s noisy and whirs madly all the time but I love it so.

    view from the hall

    Here’s a view from down the hall. You’ll be glad to see my froggy painting moved with me. And somebody needs to put their shoes away! We are working on this. Bug is terrible about kicking off her shoes right when she walks in the door and then leaving them out in the middle of everywhere for me to trip on. Also, those shoes have officially been retired. They were worn through on the heels. She wears them everyday!! Of course Gap no longer carries them so I don’t know what the princess is going to wear now. I hope her pink cowboy boots suffice.

    kitchen

    This is the kitchen view while standing in the dining room. It’s not so bad. I thought I would get rid of the chabby chic chandelier thingy but it’s growing on me. It used to be bronze colored but my mom and I painted it white a few years ago when we were attempting to de-seventies the trailer.

    another view of the hutch thingy

    We also took out the avocado green plexiglass from the hutch and put in this black screening you see, thinking it would look like an old fashioned pie safe. My mom is into country. I’m not. Now I’m kinda wishing I kept the green plexiglass. It was kind of groovy (and matched the ugly stove!). I could put in some paper (white? avocado green? persimmon? a print?) behind the screening but I’m on the fence. I’m waiting for some kind of crazy inspiration to hit me. Until then, the black screen is fine. My mom used to have those cupboards packed with all kinds of country clutter which was fun but sooo cluttery. I may be rebelling a bit.

    my glassware

    No country clutter here. Looks like I’m ready for a housewarming party. How about next week? You’re all invited.

    hutchery

    But apparently the apple does not fall that far from the country clutter tree when it comes to baskets. Look how I’ve filled up that entire buffet space with a bunch of baskets. What the?!! I put them there when I was unpacking and then just left them. It’s not ideal but I don’t know where else I’m going to put my baskets. Why do I have so many baskets anyway? Do they multiply in the night? This is just wrong.

    won't you take me to funky time?

    Did you notice my new funky red clock? (insert singing: Wontcha take me to FunkyTime!) I kinda dig it. Too bad it’s light plastic and cheap from Target. But we can pretend it’s metal and I found it in a diner on route 66 or something.

    dining window

    Next up, the dining room. Sorry, Mom, but the cute apple print calico window covering on the door has got to go. I would have taken it down already but the screen door is an eyesore (it has a plastic rubbermaid bin lid stuck in it to keep the dogs from going through it. I can’t make this stuff up.) and I need the privacy from my neighbor, the rapper, who lives right next door. Yes, I live next door to a rapper. I guess he has some albums out but I don’t remember his name. I need to go make friends with him and his family. I never see them but I hear them. Oh, do I hear them.

    paris cafe shelf

    You might have noticed the shelf thingy. What do you call that? That’s another remnant of my mom’s style that I thought I’d get rid of but is now growing on me. I’m pretending it’s my Paris cafe shelf. I really have to be careful not to clutter it up though. I love the espresso cups and the books but the other stuff is too much maybe. I did get those cups in Paris just in case you were wondering. Oh the memories…

    it's a pink, pink christmas

    From there, if you turn you will see my living room/office and a PINK Christmas tree! I ordered that lovely thing online when I was back in Washington D.C. I wasn’t going to. I thought it was a little over the top and frivolous but Bethany talked me into it. I thought it would make Christmas in a trailer a little more special for a certain pink-loving princess. We are going back to the beach to celebrate Christmas Day with Toby but in the meantime we can be festive out here too.

    decorating pink Christmas

    Naturally, Bug loves it.

    We love our dog.

    Santa Holly

    And so does our pink Christmas dog.

    Too bad I took that shot in low light and it’s blurry (because I refuse to use my point-and-shoot camera’s flash). I could have used that shot for my Christmas card this year. Maybe I’ll re-shoot. I don’t even know if I’m going to tackle Christmas cards this year. It’s always a good business move since I LOVE to design cards but the whole broken-family thing sort of puts a damper on my holiday message. I have some ideas but I’m not getting my hopes up.

    ballroom

    Here is a view of the living room again, aka the ballroom.

    kid movie zone

    This is the movie-viewing zone. I’m borrowing my mom’s mac mini until she needs it in January. It’s really nice to have it because we can watch DVD’s, view Netflicks movies and play on the internet without using my laptop. Eventually I’ll have to set up something else when I give my mom her computer back but for now it’s useful AND it makes my office look super professional, as if I need to have TWO computers to do all the massive freelance jobs I have.

    my office

    This is my office. This is the one area that needs some big things. I have my eye on a craft table at Ikea that has a light box built into it! It’s only $130 (with legs) but I’m holding off because I have already spent too much on this move.

    I’d also like a great big giant painting on that wall. My friend Deb creates these really beautiful watercolor wash paintings that I’m in love with except most of her paintings are influenced by the ocean (as that’s where she lives) and I’m thinking I need a desert version. She said we could create one together. I’m really looking forward to that.

    her office, my office

    Here’s a close-up of my uber cool desk. As you can see, Bug “works” next to me. She has her own laptop. I need to take a picture of it. It’s a baby wipe container with keys marker-penned into the inside. It opens and closes just like mine. I’d take credit for that brilliant idea but Bug got the idea from Annalie.

    Enough office, living room, kitchen…let’s move onto the bedrooms!

    my room

    My room looks much better thanks to a refurbished mattress and box springs that I bought at a thrift store. Don’t worry, it’s clean and unused. No bed bugs here and it was a ton cheaper than buying one new. It’s actually kinda comfy. The quilt is borrowed from my Grandma. The curtains are cast offs from the kids I babysit. I probably should iron them one of these days.

    On top of the curtain rod is a funny stuffed monster snake guy that Heather bought for me ages ago. He’s not looking very photogenic up there. I really need to take some close-up photos. He’s the best stuffed animal ever. I think he keeps bad dreams away too.

    my yellow florescent lit bathroom

    Another shot of my bathroom and me posing. I’m too sexy for my hair-doing station. Bah Hahah!

    Bug's bathroom

    This is Bug’s bathroom that is across the hall from my room. I know! We have TWO bathrooms!! You move inland and suddenly property value goes down and all these luxury items start showing up in trailers. It’s crazy and I love it.

    Bug and her room

    And last, but not least, we have Bug’s room. We still haven’t really figured out where to put her bed but for now we have a folded up futon that fits under the counters. She doesn’t really sleep there but she does spend a lot of time there crying and carrying on when I send her to her room for not listening. I’ve since taken down that bulletin board and moved it into my office so I can put up my inspiration pictures on it. The phone cords need to go too but I haven’t gotten that far. Also that shelf under the air conditioner is soon to be dismantled. That was left over from my mom’s computer desk.

    ugly plastic dresser and nap zone shelfery

    The other sides of Bug’s room are not very photogenic either. I hate her plastic dresser. It used to hide in her closet and didn’t offend me so much but now, as you can see, her closet is built-in with shelves. I actually am very thankful for all those shelves because I have a lot of art and craft supplies (and she has a lot of toys) and they all seem to fit in here with room to spare. She hangs her dresses up in my closet. We’ve worked it out. So this basically is just a play room that she shares with me and my craft supplies.

    And that’s that! Phew, that was a long post! I guess I’ll post more photos as I make more improvements but for now I’m done with the inside. Next up: yard work!