my kind of housework

friday i was sick all day, and could barely breathe by the time closing came about.  after signing my life away yet another 20 times, we chatted a bit with the seller [i had only had contact with her son in prior dealings] and she proved to be a sweet feisty little old thing.  she and her late husband had purchased the house in the 50's with the intention of moving after several years.  5 kids later, they were still there.  there was some reminiscing, and when she left, presumably to go get a glass of whiskey somewhere, this wizened little old lady gave me a hug and said "this house has seen 56 years of love.  take good care of it for me".  then eyes brimming with tears, she tottered out the door. 

that was followed by my first wheezy congested trip to home depot, and an early bedtime.  saturday i got up at 7, called home depot's rental department to find the one truck [thats right.  singular] had already been rented.  i went and bought a step ladder which proved to be more than sufficient, 3 ridiculously expensive gallons of paint, trim paint, and ceiling paint, and returned home to stare at the walls some more. 

not pictured: me snurffling around home depot like the most disgusting ball of sickness you have ever witnessed.  i think everyone who had to help me was a little worried i wouldnt ever make it out of the store.

the end of restaurant week

only posted a week or two late..  and pretty much entirely out of order

frank interlude

step 1.  entice the kitty

liz's laundry

this post should be called: and then i wore all the colors of the rainbow.  sometimes at the same freakin time.  cos my inner child may or may not be colorblind...

• dress: thrifted
• scarf: gifted
• tights and earrings: target
• tank: h&m
• necklace: handmade by me
• shoes: dsw

further adventures in portland

on the request of the seester's boyfriend, we ventered into both coast city comics and casablanca comics.  according to him [this was maybe my second time in a comic book store...ever] coast city was more what he was looking for - slightly dingy, underground, a little hipster, but dear god not so terribly mainstream like casablanca.