liz's laundry

• blazer: thrifted
• pants and scarf: h&m
• work appropriate [?] robot hoodie: some shop in new zealand
• frilly tank top: old navy

progress report

thus far i have purchased 97 pounds of plaster and slathered ..92 pounds of it on the walls. 

click through for a rather rambling and large-picture-heavy continuation

in the bedroom..

getcher mind out of the gutter.

phase 1: walls scraped, mudded, sanded, and the floor washed.  sort of.

what lies beneath

probably the creepiest movie i ever voluntarily watched.  i avoid ghosty/haunting/tub drowning/psychological thrillers at all costs.  but i digress.

what lies beneath layers of painted-over wallpaper?

secret asian forests!

good idea, bad idea

good idea: gallon of sheetrock all-purpose pre-mixed joint compound.  aka mud.
bad idea: gallon of ultra-strip ultimate paint remover.

correctly applied mud can turn a bashed out plaster/wallpaper/paint chunk/bubble/crack into a nice smooth wall.  like servpro says "like it never even happened."  or so i hope.  im not entirely sure how it will take paint+primer without a primer coat.. but i guess trial and error has worked so far for me.

liz's laundry

• sweater: pac sun [way back in the day]
• cropped sequin top and tank: f21
• most annoying skirt ever: gap
• necklace: handmade by me
• layered tights: target

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. 

how to rescue a chocolate cake

made: german chocolate cake [without the traditional coconut filling] with meyer lemon curd
problem: dry cake/crumb
solution: chocolate pudding

::record scratch:: whaaaat?

the seester turns 30

monday my older sister hit the 3 decades mark.  we celebrated the previous weekend by indulging in maine restaurant week.

friday night was dinner at point five - the bar [that i didnt know existed] within the insanely over priced 555.  appetizers were rutabaga soup with ...wait for it.  ..warm ginger meringue and jalapeno gel, and date stuffed arancini with curry dipping sauce.  the soup was amazing, despite the questionable raw egg and slightly too molecular gastronomy wannabe-esque gel.  roasty root vege soup gets me every time.  not pictured: the three baskets of bread we snarfed down with baking soda bread and mini biscuits

liz's laundry

• bow top and skinny jeans: gap
• sweater: thrifted
• necklaces: street fair and grandma hand-me-down

mi casa futura!

why do i have a picture of this slightly shabby 1927 buttercup yellow bungalow?

cos its just about my brand new house!!!

cracking under pressure

the marketing department at work sent a company wide email to the effect of "free shit in the conference room".  that consisted of shirts and hats emblazoned with our logo and one of our co-branded logos.  now god knows how long theyve been holding onto these things as.. most were xxxxl or xxlt.  someone found me a heavy cotton/canvas shirt and said "i bet you could make something out of this."  i said...challenge accepted.

welp.  slight fail.