on wearing a sock to bed {renov# 20}

{previously}

if one stays at it the whole time, then the least you're ending up with is some kind of result. all while working on that result, i found myself crossing off stuff from my to do list. okay. 

if only i'd worn these boots two pic's down.

so the white on the walls could do with one more lick of paint (i'm telling myself i need to adjust to white first, and if ever i wanted another colour then the last white coat is optional. right). because before i started painting, i had to plaster, and sand, and plaster, and sand, and i'd just about had it with the flaming dust creeping everywhere.

ha. sorting out. me love.

while son was in berlin last week, i did manage to cram it all in (would have to give up the lease of his room anyway). then came the huge moment of building the bed, which had already been sitting in its cardboard boxes since last november (when we couldn't move into the house). i unwrapped the parts, had fun, until one bed wing fell on my bare footed toe.

blues-y

i wailed, i screamed. no tears, it was simply too painful. i woke up son with my bawling, looked at his disheveled hairdo that stood in all directions, and burst out in a bitterly painful laugh. thus i wore a sock to bed for protection, on my first night on the delightfully hard matrasses on the queensize bed, which also, hmm, seems to have rather filled up the room. are you in for a short follow up, right from the very start? then walk the gallery with me, chronologially.

september 2010
the rain of the previous night
seeped in through a hole in the plastic,
torn by the wind.

october 2010
bare roof still
organised disorder

october 2010
one window in,
another one to go,
insulation not yet covered

october 2010
ol' chimney gone and filled up with plaster
no ceiling as yet

april 2011
'seemed to have filled the place',
simon&garfunkel no sole proprietors to the phrase ...

april 2011, well, last night
celebratory meal of
left over cheese pizza with three veg

 'to bed, to bed',
indeed
what a feeling