Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Opposite of Glamping

What is a word for the opposite of Glam-ping? (Glamour Camping) House Camping? Squatting? Whatever it's called. I'm sick of it.

Just when I finally got the guest room organized with my ghetto closets made out of a metal pole I found in the cave and the shower curtain rod I broke:







It was time to destroy it, pull everything out and
put it in the living room and hallway so we could paint.










David said he was "going Dexter" in the bathroom:



We went too light on the paint we chose for the walls, but anything is better then this ugly beige.



The weather in France finally broke me. It's been "unusually" cold for the past three years and until it goes back to "normal" I've finally accepted that if I want to be warm, wear dresses or go swimming, I'm going to have to get on a plane and fly south until I reach a warmer country. Congratulations Paris. I give up. You win.

Beautiful summer day in June



Figuring out what to eat for dinner when we don't have a stove.....




...only got more interesting when we had to make crepes in our bedroom while the paint dried in the kitchen.



We went out for Fete de la Musique after scrubbing the paint off our hands






Maza is freaked out and insisting that it's cuddle time while I'm painting, getting her hair into everything, scratching the drop clothes and walking through paint and getting kitty paw prints on the floors. It was all I could yesterday not to paint a white stripe down her back and toss her outside for a skunk to fall in love with.




In the middle of all this, David bought a stove top and pulled out one of the kitchen cupboards and placed it precariously on top and asked me what I was going to make for dinner.

This is not "Emily Proof"

All I could think of was that I could boil water now. I don't even remember what I used to cook before we moved. So I made pasta and David pressure cooked a chicken because I am scared of the pressure cooker.




Someday this will all be over and I won't have to shuffle boxes and furniture from room to room to room every weekend. But for now, all I can do is put one foot in front of the other and "on y va".

24 comments:

  1. Bon courage! I know, this weather, what a downer. I'm not sure whether it'll get better, but I'm sure your apartment will at some point! My ex-flatmate used to have a pressure cooker and I was scared of it too, you know, like a sane person when confronted with an angry demon appliance.

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    1. You are right about them being angry. I think they must put in a little demon at the factory when they make them.

      I'm glad I'm not the only one scared of a pot. I always think it's going to explode like a bomb.

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  2. Yikes, good luck with all your painting and moving! I love the line about painting a stripe on Maza and throwing her out for a skunk to fall in love with, haha.

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    1. Thanks Edna :)

      I can only scratch black cat hair off newly painted doors so many times before I go insane and actually do it. I'll be sure to take lots of pictures. :)

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  3. I'll cook for you guys! Come on over. I completely understand how hard it is to be settled when everything is in disarray!

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    1. You're so sweet Jackie. I know you just went through it so you understand how boring it is looking at a mess alllllll day.

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  4. Wow, that looks like a great deal of painstaking work. Good job plowing through day by day and making sure and steady progress!

    I'm surprised by Paris still being so cold. *A little wistful* I'm doing my best right now to resist using the A/C.

    That salad looks delicious.

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    1. I've never painted an apartment before so I didn't know it was going to take so long. And there is like ten thousand doors. So I try to stay zen and focus on what's in front of me, but if my playlist isn't perfect I get distracted and start thinking of all the other stuff we still have to do.

      I wish I had to resist using the AC.

      I try to make myself eat salads to make up for all the takeout food we are eating. On top of everything else I am going to be bubbling out of my bathing suit if I ever do get to go swimming.

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  5. I'm bothered by pressure cookers too...remembering my mother exploding one.

    Plenty of sympathy for your plight with the apartment. My husband is a serial house renovator and I have some dark memories....

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  6. don't tell me that! I didn't know they really could explode, I thought I was just being paranoid. Now I'm never going to be able to cook with it.

    I am lazy and clumsy and all this manual labor and tripping over things and breaking glasses and cleaning up spilled paint is getting ridiculous. Why do people do this for fun?!

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    1. My husband - pressure cooker adict - tells me that the type of pressure cooker exploded by my mother and the modern type are entirely different.
      I let him use it.

      I used to enjoy bringing an old house back to life....but men have no idea of methiod and the whole house ends up like a tip while the work goes on.

      I had six months of jumping over two trenches on the way from the kitchen to the dining room in one place.

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    2. I love the food that comes out of the pressure cooker. It's supposed to be healthier and cooks chicken ten times faster. But I will just never use it.

      I have no room to complain. I am not jumping over trenches. But men do just like to tape over a whole room and leave it for weeks on end. Or is that just my husband?

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  7. WOW. It cracks me up David is so calm using a that stove top and a pressure cooker for dinner! We lived out of hotels for 3 months before getting settled and one of the first things I bought when we moved in was a juicer to combat all of those restaurant meals (best investment Ever). Best of luck surviving and kicking ass in the apt remodel!

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  8. I think it's hilarious that he thinks my clumsy ass should be trusted to even look at it. Me and glass things don't get along well.

    I really want a juicer. I just don't know if I want to try to fit another thing into my dollhouse sized kitchen. But I think after all heavy food (and booze to drown my sorrows) it will be a juicer or a new wardrobe in a larger size ;)

    Thanks for stopping by with encouragement and advice.

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  9. As everyone else said, we've all been there!! Trust me, if it weren't for Sir L my apt would not look nearly as put together as it does... the only reason we don't have curtains is because I won't go get them.. BHV gives me hives. No matter, that green salad you made looks lovely!

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    1. Who needs curtains if getting them involves a trip to BHV?

      If my neighbors want to watch me type on my computer and eat dinner, that's their prerogative. I need glasses, so I can't see them and assume they can't see me.

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  10. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love your crown molding! It's gorge.

    Although this move seems like it's been more work than you want to deal with, it looks like you have a lot of space to work with! I look forward to seeing photos when this is all done.

    ...and yeah, a pressure cooker sounds scary. I don't blame you for passing that job on to David.

    Hang in there! Soon this will all be over! : )

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    1. Part of the reason I'm so annoyed is that with all the white paint the molding doesn't pop anymore. And we are too tired to care.

      As much work/money/time as it is, is our first real place together, and it's a rental so if we make mistakes it doesn't really matter because we won't have to look at them for the rest of our lives.

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  11. Yr living room looks like Stone Henge...
    This is why there are all those DIY magazines like Marie-Claire Idees.
    And everyone seems so incredibly handy over there.
    If I ever make it over for good I'll need a Murphy bed for sure to fit in my 10 meter apart...
    Bon chance

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    1. I want to get rid of the guest bed. We slept on an air mattress for two months and it was perfectly fine. It's such a waste of space.

      The good thing is, in Paris, murphy beds still exist! I would buy one if we didn't already have a bed.

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  12. I thought you were going to say David bought stovetop dressing...Ha!
    so american moi

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  13. I'm afraid of the cooker too. I think I'll put the lid on wrong and then it'll blow in my face.

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    1. I'm scared of EVERYTHING so I thought this was just another irrational phobia. I'm glad I'm not alone!

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