Making It Work

I put peddle to metal and got the main walls finished, done, painted, FINITE today. I then took it one step further and organized two bookshelves, swept, added more junk to the pile of "why am I still holding on to this" and just kicked some all around condio booty. Not finished, but did good.

I'm real proud of myself.

It was difficult. It's difficult to paint walls when there isn't a place to move furniture to so it's out of the way. I did a lot of creative gymnastics to get everything accomplished. It's also difficult to leave of pile of "why am I still holding on to this" crap in a corner, when that corner needs to be multi-purposed for actual everyday use. In the words of my most favoritist of TV personalities, "make it work."



Hi Tim.

That's the look he gets right before he says those beautiful words.

It's true though. We all gotta make it work. Personally, things are not ideal a lot of the time. I'm an actor. I would like to be paid to be on a hit TV show and make movies on my Summer breaks, and someday only make movies and write them and be able to take actual vacations to Hawaii or London or Paris or Prague.

But, that's not my current situation. So I make it work. Right now it's by pouring most of my frustrated energy into having fun with my condio. Don't ask me what I'll do when I finish all my condio projects. Cause...I don't know where I'll be able to vent frustrations in a productive manner after this.

So for now....turn up this jam and dance.

Life!Life!Life!

artwork by Jandy

Look at that sweeet piece of art. John made this for me for my birthday and put it in a frame. He made it in Excel. EXCEL! The man is a pixel art genius. The coin count at the top is our anniversary. He's a neat boyfriend. Perhaps I should keep him.

This week I'm pushing my organizing and cleaning and painting of the condio. Believe it or not, I'm still not done painting. Probably because I haven't been that organized about much lately. I'm getting better. I read the blog Apartment Therapy as much as I can (it's amazing, read it). The guy who came up with the blog/runs the blog/owns the blog, wrote this book:


I started it a long time ago, but only got past the first two chapters. I'm determined to finish it. At the beginning of the book he tells this story about a guy who couldn't get his life or work together after a break-up and his home in turn was a disaster. He got his home together and not only did his emotions begin to heal, but he got tons of work coming his way.

I'm not saying that getting my condio in full working order as a place that reflects my personal style and taste will get me acting jobs and I'm not going through a break-up. I would however like to come home, throw my purse on the couch and not have to stare at a wall with five paint colors on it and a bag of clothes that needs to be taken to Salvation Army like yesterday.

Feel The Power

I like using power tools. I like being handy. Growing up I would watch Bob Vila with my dad. Bob Vila is the sh*t y'all.

I don't own any power tools. I have dreams of renting tile saws, circular saws, staple guns, things I have absolutely no need for at this point.

Actually that's not entirely true. I would like to make extra money by restoring old gross flea market furniture and selling it on Craigslist and Ebay to people who have too much money to burn. I just don't have a place in which to restore furniture nor the time and money to start figuring out how the best ways to restore furniture.

I never realized until today though that so many fun tools come in so many fun colors:




Maybe someday I'll be a regular girly Bob Vila, who stars on a hit one hour drama on AMC.



It's real buzzy at the beginning, but it gets better. Oh Bob...

Yep. Uh-huh. Yes.