Whimfield

Carnegie Hall

Posted on 27. Jun, 2008 by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House, Projects

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Good morning,

Our house is a tiny two-storey, three-bedroom box.

Upstairs there is a hall that leads to all three bedrooms. When we moved in, the hall looked as follows.

The hall actually looks pretty cute in this photograph. Unfortunately, the plaster was crumbling off the walls and was very damaged. So…we removed all the plaster from the walls. Then we got distracted by other projects and this hall–the main thoroughfare–remained like this for two or three months:

But today we plan to change all that and enter the land of the living by drilling ten sheets of gyproc to the ceiling and walls.

Yesterday, we went to our beloved building supply store, “Kent”, and picked up the requisite supplies, so we’re all ready to go.

So, if you’d like to think about us today, picture us wearing tool-belts, heaving giant sheets of drywall up the stairs, and wielding Exacto knives in a maniacal fashion. And, no, this doesn’t sound like much fun to me either, but tangible progress makes me happy, so this is a good thing.

Now I just need to stand up, put away the cookies, and put on my work gloves. Any time now. Yep.

ADDENDUM I:

It’s three hours later and I haven’t left my chair. But I did read a lot about trees and shrubs on the Internet, that’s kind of productive, isn’t it?

ADDENDUM II:

Well, I am not sure why I came out and announced that we were going to get something specific done today, because, well, that’s a lot of pressure.

We did manage to get some drywall on the ceiling and walls, but then we got distracted by 100-year-old doors that don’t close properly. So, out they came–door-frames and all–and, many hours later, we now have doors that swing shut so perfectly they…well..I can’t think of a relevant analogy. Um, like butter melting on corn? I don’t know. You know what I mean; they’re smooth.

Somehow, while Cameron was working on the doors, I became obsessed with the fact that we hadn’t done laundry for almost a month; suddenly, my mind just couldn’t take it anymore, so instead of dry-walling I washed a giant load of socks. After I hung the laundry out to dry, I became obsessed with the state of our make-shift kitchen, so I washed dishes in the bathroom sink (our kitchen is just an empty room with a fridge and stove).

See, place a deadline ahead of me and I can find many-a-way to distract myself. Eventually, I suppose I did accomplish a little, but all in all it was Productivity-Zero, Distractions-One.

Maybe tomorrow?

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