happy nesting

[saffronhare]

I'm enjoying the new place very much. Feeling nicely settled. Next week, I'll spend some more time staring at walls and hanging things up, which will be fun. Thanks to diermuid's loan, I've even got a drill so I can put in drywall anchors and everything! Just a couple more boxes to unpack -- in my room, of all things -- but that's mostly because I can't figure out where I want to put things, not because there isn't space. I'll have a few details to putter with over the summer, but I'd say we're 90% in place now.

There are only four points of frustration so far:

1. All the shelving in the closets is so high up that I'm going to need more than one stepstool in the place. Carrying the one I have from room to room is getting really old, especially since I bang my shins with it every friggin' time.


2. The little armoire I picked up at a garage sale to serve as my bedroom dresser is too high to use as my altar. I need to figure out another solution sometime in the near future.


3. There's plenty of light for humans, but not enough for my plants that were used to tons of sunlight on the kitchen counter. I'm not surprised they're failing, but Fiona is upset that her bean plant isn't thriving. Argh. When they get back from Poppy Camp, we'll go shopping for some indoor plants that don't need a lot of sunlight, so there can be some greenery.


4. None of my curtains fit the windows.

As frustrations go, I figure those aren't too bad. The place is very comfy and -- with the way my building is set on a hillside -- I don't share a wall with another apartment (only the ceiling, which is quite solid and tall).

Comments

[womanofsalt.livejournal.com]

Every time (yes, every single time and this is a lot I think) I have moved the curtains have not fit. In childhood my father used to make a game of trying to match curtains to windows with every move to no avail. By the time I went to college we had two huge boxes of nothing but curtains. I vowed as an adult I would not lug around boxes of curtains from place to place, repeating this insanity. With each new place I lived it was the one thing I "treated" myself with. Sometimes at Salvation Army, sometimes new, sometimes with sheets tacked to the walls for months until I could afford them. Old curtains stay with old homes. New homes deserve new curtains I think.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a Good Plan. :)

Fortunately, we've got enough privacy and window blinds that curtains aren't an essential purchase right now.