Showing posts with label reorganizing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reorganizing. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The "Office"

The word "Office" is in quotes because right now it's nothing close to an office, but I do have a plan. Plans, even. And I got G to mostly agree to them, while conveniently ignoring that half of it was his idea to begin with.

Cameras covered in chocolate take horrible pictures of horrible rooms

SO MUCH CLUTTER

I think I used these photos months ago before the previous roommate took his stuff away, but this is a good representation of what it still looked like a week ago, but take away the computer and add a broken guitar to the shelves over the TV. Plus, I've thought a lot about how ugly this room is. I feel the need to write about it some more. The TV stand is huge and cheap, and the couch is broken and not that comfortable, and you can't walk through the door without knocking into it. Forget opening the other door. The other door, that doesn't have a doorknob, by the way. It has duct tape over a hole. And the paint job is terrible. And those shelves above the TV make the already narrow space feel like it's coming out to eat you.

Honestly, it's as if painter's tape didn't exist

At least the last problem has been solved! In a leftover fit of organizing madness from a weekend of decluttering another room, I, wait for it, took down the shelves. It was very impressive. I removed the guitar first (pro-tip: remove things from shelves before taking them down), G unscrewed the highest screws and I took out the rest of those mothers. We still need to yank out these black things that the screws went in, which will apparently cause showers of plaster, so that's waiting until all of the furniture moves into a different room, which it will. At least it's more open now:


Exciting blank walls

I also organized our books. He's not happy about it. I separated his Hesse's.

Yes, I realize using books as a decorating ploy is SO plaaayed, but I've gone through enough practical organization systems in the past (genre then last name, Read vs Going to Read vs Never Going to Touch Again, etc.) that I feel entitled. Look how awesome this is:


Via hola! design and Pinterest

So I did this:


Not sure about the red shoeboxes, and I need to figure out something to put on the empty top shelf now that I took down the, ahem, CD tower from the 90's, but I still know where everything is if I need a book and it looks vastly improved already. Especially considering that if I had gotten lazy and quit halfway through the process, the room would look like this, with a bonus dead body because G would have killed me:

Yes, I started organizing CD's by color on the lowest shelf.


Sorting. Not quite there, but at least books are on shelves?

I did all of that on a weekend when he was at work. It's hard to describe the franticness that sets in when you realize a room looks like the above picture and you only have an hour to put everything back or in a closet before your boyfriend comes home and starts asking questions, but it's weirdly exhilarating. COMPETITIVE SPEED BOOK ORGANIZING.

I'm not going to lie, I went to the Strand and bought a few $1 books with brightly colored spines to augment the shelves, but I made sure they were books I also would want to read (Vonnegut, The First Word: The Search for the Origins of Language, and three or four other interesting unheard-of books). Mmm, books. I'm finishing up with The First Word and it's pretty fascinating.

The Current To Do List:
Rip out the screw-holes and spackle over them
Fresh white paint (including the wooden shelves, and ideally the door and closet door that aren't pictured, but that's not happening)
Install a doorknob to replace the duct tape, chic as it is
Bust out a white lacquered Parsons desk, but a homemade version because that's a lot of money for five rectangles of wood
Move the bookcase from the second bedroom, AKA FutureDen, to where the couch is, ideally painted as well because it is old and unattractive
Desk lamp
Figure out laptop storage
Art (I have a big, super-colorful, stylized portrait of myself that's sitting in storage in FL, but that feels strange, to have a portrait of yourself in your office. But it's stylized! And by a legitimate artist!)
A chair would be nice

My dream, if I had a larger space and I'm guessing thousands of dollars to spend on that chair, that table, and those bookshelves:



There's no great source for this picture, but it's Isabel Lopez Quesada's work. Via here and Pinterest

It was G's idea a while back to turn this room into a home office, but I couldn't bear the thought of having a room in my home dedicated to work. I leave work every day for a reason, you know? That reason is that I'm done working. But a place to put my laptop aside from "on my lap on the couch" would be cool. Nothing specifically work-y will go in here, though. No rolly desk chair. No task lamp. No obvious desk-desk, hence the Parsons table. In my head, I've already made all the changes and painted and everything, and it's slightly disconcerting to walk in and see the couch and TV stand and stuff everywhere.

Oh well, time heals all impatient redecorators. Or something like that.

Next up: FutureDen, and my attempts at making mood boards and floor plans.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Moving: The Aftermath

For once it's not me who moved. G's previous roommate, J, returned to the city and moved his belongings down to his new apartment.

What He Took
The giant TV in the second TV room (Technically he took this only as far as the curb, where I'm certain someone snatched it up within minutes. Queens sidewalks: faster and easier than the free section of craigslist.)
The bed in the second bedroom (Now simply "the room")
All of his other stuff that he didn't already take, like books, clothing, computer, guitars etc.

Bye-bye, giant TV that looks much smaller in this picture

What He Left Behind
A cummerbund and bowtie (No idea why. They're currently floating, figuratively, around the kitchen.)
Jar full of money (His words, when G pointed it out: "have at it")

Some lucky delivery boy is in for a lot of pennies

Kitchen supplies (He'll get a new set of everything from the next kitchen he works in)
Weird food (Marmite on dried seafood, anyone?)
One guitar (It has a good head and neck, so G's going to build a new body for it. I may help paint it. Can't wait.)
Some orphaned books
Storage space
A giant hole in our collective wallet where a thousand dollars will have been (To turn "the room" back into "the second bedroom.")

What a giant hole looks like

What Will Be Done
Replace the bed (sob)
Return the forgotten items to their owner
Move the flat screen into the living room
Move the bigger living room TV into the small room (G attempted this switch yesterday and discovered everything would need to be rewired, since the big TV is old and unable to support a cable box hookup. This will be done eventually.)
Move the couch to the opposite wall so it doesn't block the doors anymore
Dump the small living room TV (This will also be done eventually.)
Either dump the chair or use it as a reupholstery and spray-painting test subject
Move stuff into the newly un-crowded closet and storage space
Buy a new camera to replace my hand-me-down camera that is now dirty and smudged from being covered in truffle chocolate. Oops. This has nothing to do with J moving out, but looking at these streaky pictures renewed the urgency of the task. I could get this one professionally cleaned instead, but it was old and not that great anyway.

What Has Been Done
Weird food has been tossed
Moved some stuff out of the kitchen