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Welcome to the Kitchen and Bathroom

In the kitchen we cut both the upper and lower cupboards to fit the new fridge in place. Doing this decreased my counter space considerably as the opposite side of the kitchen houses a vintage Youngstown Kitchen by Mullino double sink.

My kitchen

Underneath the sink and inside the bottom cupboards there was a piece of vinyl flooring laid down in an attempt to hide the problem and the plumbing was completely disconnected from the right side drain while the left side drain was rotting out. Dad and I replaced them both. And I ripped up the gross vinyl only to be met with the most ghastly smell of putrid slime. I did, honestly almost puke. I poured bleach and began scrubbing. The entire unit, including the cupboards, doors and drawers, is metal. Now that it is clean and disinfected, it just needs a small spraying of Tremclad paint inside.

I’m still searching for proper drapes or maybe wooden blinds to hang in the two kitchen windows as I put most of my effort into covering the bedrooms, bathroom and living room windows. For now, the lime green $2 tab top drapes will do.

To compensate for the lack of counter space I bought an island for $100 used. From the same lady, I also purchased a love seat sofa bed for $100. She was fantastic. While in her home, I asked if she had other items she was selling for she was moving. She gave me for free; three floor lamps, a solid wood desk, ikea shelving, a stainless steel kitchen garbage can and a little colour TV with stand.

Side view of kitchen

Every time I went to someone’s house to look at furniture I always asked if they had other items for sale. And they would always ask what I was looking for and I’d pull out my shopping list. More times than once, they did have other items that I needed.

The kitchen table with four chairs had belonged to my Grandmother and the antique dry sink underneath the window had belonged to my Great Uncle George. Most, if not all my dishes I purchased at garage sales over the years; an assortment of oranges, turquoises, navy’s and brown’s in pirex and stonewear. I did buy new Henkel knives and already had all the cuttlery, pots and pans I needed from previously being married.

My bathroomThe bathroom wasn’t as involved in updating. It had been gyproced and a new bathtub, toilet and pedestal sink were installed in recent years. However, they wallpapered the gyproc and sealed the bathroom with gooey clear silicone which had yellowed. I peeled the wallpaper off, Dad crack filled then primed it and I painted a light semi-gloss taupe colour on the walls. Dad re-caulked after I painted. And while out *garage-saling a couple of weeks ago I purchased a five piece set (still in the box) of stainless steel bathroom bars and hangers for $8. I did buy a new light fixture for $40 as the previous one was brass in colour and just too Victorian frilly looking.

And Zellers sells these fantastic curved shower curtain rods for $20. They give you elbow room! No more hitting the shower curtain while washing your hair.

*garage saling – sometimes referred to as yard saling, this phenomena occurs every weekend, people load into cars and travel around buying other people’s trash and discarded furniture

You can see the before and after shots of both the kitchen and bathroom on my Flickr. And I’ve secretly started a Buy 2 Get 1 Free Sale… more details coming soon…

Napping and dreaming about bubbled artwork and ANGRY vintage kitchen tables

I am waking from a nap.

Moon

Work. Well, work is work. I’ve filed last Friday in a place that won’t be disturbed ever. I find myself holding out for the new manager to arrive. Hopefully when she arrives things will begin to turn around. Until that day comes, because I do not have other steady employment I will stay put, keep to myself and watch as co-workers quit, become frustrated and more unhappy. I work every day this week. My next day off is Sunday. There is not much I can do at work but work. I’ve resolved myself to do just that and since doing so my mind is quiet. There are things taking place that are way beyond my control. So be it.

November felt akin to mental concentration camp on my part. I went 40-50 days without a day off between Custom Framing, Design Contract work, Opening my online Art shop and writing for this Blog.

I managed to save enough money to ship the remainder of my things from Vancouver to Saint John. And the balance owing on my student loans is lowering month to month as I vigilantly place half of my income on the outstanding balance. Another few (plus) years to go.

Wednesday of last week I spoke to my ex-boyfriend who just happened to give my vintage kitchen table away, that I had painstakingly refinished bringing it back to it’s original luster, to his brother. Fuck you! Sad thing is if you get to angry at this man he withdraws and DOES NOTHING. When he does do something it’s pretty big and has a lasting effect on your pschy. I calmly told him to retrieve my kitchen table from his brother (who in no way shape or form gives two shits about me) repack and ship it to me immediately. He knew I NEVER planned on leaving it there and more than that would never give it to his brother.

Thus far only one oversized box has been shipped to me. That box contains four oversized original paintings and a hoola hoop which just happened to get wet because *dumbass didn’t place a tarp over the box in the rainiest city of Canada while transporting them to the shipping company from my friend’s house. Then he left while the company was on the phone with me. He just left. The company tells me on the phone that the box is wet. They ask me what is inside the box. I answer ARTWORK! They ask for my permission to open the box and offer to repack the 5 by 6 foot by 12 inch box at an extra cost mind you, to inspect the artwork for damage. So $332.00 later my box will arrive this Thursday.

Two of the four paintings were bubbling. I am four thousand miles away. It is all I can do to remain calm over the phone with the shipping company as he details the damage. The shipping company offered to crank the heat over night before repacking and shipping them the following morning.

When my friend Tomoko had gone out to her garage last Tuesday to inspect the boxes early last week she noticed one of them had disappeared and that all it’s contents including my CD’s, expensive software for my computer, handwoven blankets and a very cool IKEA step stool were on the garage floor. The vintage kitchen table was no where to be seen. She was flabbergasted.

I’m a tad pissed. Tomoko is pissed.

How is to possible to still be in love with someone that makes you so furious!

*That is my theory. Tomoko’s garage is dry. The shipping guy told me it was raining all day.

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