Studio struggles

M still wants to move, I can't even begin to think about the massive project this would be, to get everything down 5 flights of stairs, do a move-out clean up, get to a new place, set up everything... I need a valium just thinking about it. So the only way I can think of to keep the peace is me to move under the bed. Right I keep underwear and pjs in two low profile containers under the bed, which freed up a lot of room for me. I also keep a lot of arts 'n craft stuff in boxes under the sofa. If I were willing to invest like another $100 in those containers (why those stupid plastic box so fucking expensive?) I could create the illusion of space...

All I really want for Xmas...

is for M to help me reupholster the sofa and always mix resin and molding compound for me.  The other things she's given me so far are very nice, but the gift of service is always the most meaningful.  Willingness to dismantle a couch, hold fabric tight while I use a staple gun dangerously close to her tiny hands, and struggling to put the whole thing back together again just says "I love you more than my personal safety and emotional well-being."  The most beautiful eleven and a half words in the English language.

How not to reupholster furniture

We did once, successfully.  We covered an Ikea storage bench with really cute, retro, mint green fabric.  It looks great.  The Ikea sofa I've tried to reupholster, not so great.  The fabric's cute, tan with a retro print(to hide stains), but there are two very different, very big, factors in this job, M didn't help and the shape is much for complicated than a rectangular bench.  I know what I have to do, I have to take the sofa apart ( which is actually easy, it's also from Ikea), staple on the fabric with M's help, make sure that it can still be put back together, and ta-da!  I vow t fix this couch before my X-mas party this weekend.  And I will photograph/film the process, so I can make others feel the tediousness.

My wall of darkness

I've finally done it. I've gone and covered one of the walls in fabric. With wallpaper being so expensive, and being unable to summon the energy to paint, I've tacked black fabric to the walls. It's really the only obvious compromise when you think about.
It does not look goth. It kind of has an interesting haunted Victorian bordello look to it...well maybe it is a bit goth, but the Ikea furniture makes for a dynamic balance between morbid and functional sensibilities.