Today is the last day of my staycation. I spent a blissful week and a half making things, seeing friends, and sleeping in. I got to crack open beers before noon and play Mike Tyson's Punch-Out on my NES (which, in retrospect, was a preeety racist game - observe Piston Honda's dialogue screen).
Perhaps the most satisfying part of my time off was spending the first few days repainting, moving things around, and generally nesting.

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When I first moved into my apartment I painted some of the walls more hastily than others because of waning time and interest.

An Example: After having some success with the birch wall stencil in my breakfast nook, I decided to also use it on the wall my couch is on. The couch wall is considerably larger than the nook wall and I lost interest 1/3 of the way in.

Successful nook:

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I hesitated naming this post what I did because I think that the importance people place on the loss or gain of inspiration is, more or less, horseshit. I've used "lack of inspiration" as a euphemism for laziness countless times. You have, too.

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Cary S. Leibowitz, I’m Sick of Making Art / Get Up You Lazy Bum, 2005

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I finally finished the snake table! It only took me a sixer of Kirin Light, the entire Firefly series, and a Sunday afternoon. 
Here it is, all scratched in. I am pretty proud of how the head came out: 

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Like I mentioned before, I go thrifting a lot. Much of the time I go without any agenda. A thrift store is not a department store and is never very reliable when you are looking for something specific besides a Halloween costume (how thrift stores are UH-mazing around Halloween, we'll revisit another time). I mostly look around for any number of things I have a vague desire for or can use in a project.


Something I did sort of need a few months ago was a coffee table, but thrift store furniture is tricky. Much of it is cheap-end, mid-century, dented and wobbly junk. The stuff that isn't gets snapped up quickly or passed over. I saw an oval coffee table with cabriole legs that was a decent size and shape, but it was in this horrible scratched up maple...sort of like this but it poor condition:

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I moved out of a shoebox-sized apartment a few weeks ago. I got the keys to the new place on a Wednesday and my brother and a friend were set to come the following Saturday morning to move all the big stuff.

What LB should have done: Boxed up and moved all small items including, but not limited to, clothing, shoes, kitchenware, linens, end tables, bathroom stuff, art stuff, hanging frames, lamps, and books.

What LB did: Spent three days painting rooms, getting her studio squared away, and getting all clothing on wooden hangers.

I guess I didn't realize the miscellany one person could pack into a 400-some square foot space - I am sure Brian and Dan wish I had. Consider this my formal apology, guys. I guess I was just too excited to move to a place I could paint and arrange and otherwise decorate to focus on any rational packing schedule. 

Anyway, observe the breakfast area as it was when I moved in:

Pretty standard. A few weeks prior I had ordered a birch wall stencil from an awesome fellow Etsian, Cutting Edge Stencils (go visit her, here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/CuttingEdgeStencils). Here's a photo of it from her store: 

 

It took some time, but it was worth it. Here is Stella Artois hanging out in front of my freshly-birched wall:

Q: What hangs out in trees?

A: Birds, of course!

I've wanted an antique birdcage ever since I saw one that was turned into a light fixture, but they're popular right now and, consequently, overpriced. I looked around on Craigslist one day and found what is possibly the best find ever: an affordable antique birdcage in the shape of a painted lady. Here it is at my parents' house in the process of getting de-pooped:

 

Bonus:  It reminds me of the Holiday House from The Thief of Always:

Once that was all cleaned off and disinfected, we moved my kitchen table in and I had someplace to have breakfast!

I know I shouldn't let them on the table, but Dick Grayson is a *skoach* too chubby to to make it to the window ledge. 
I thrift pretty often and found a portfolio of bird prints at Goodwill. I framed and gridded some of them to go with the cage:

 Finally, a house that grand shouldn't be left unoccupied:

Al in all, I am pleased.

I welcome any of you who are itching to tell me about your redecorating to leave a link!

Your Sister in Craft,

LB