Some homeowners out there are amazing. Give them 50 cents, a handful of popsicle sticks, a bottle of spit and a weekend, and they whip up a beautiful 'built-in wall-length desk for two' or something. There are people out there who do Big Home Things.
I can't do that. But, I can buy things! To me, buying Small Home Things is one of the fun parts of owning a home. Small things keep you going! Shopping is usually more immediately gratifying than the longer-term Big House Things projects like, you know, your beautiful desk-for-two building. Or, in my case, your painting...and then painting some more.
However, I've bought two small things recently that are not living up to their full potential yet. I really like these things, but they're sort of just existing in the chaos right now, rather than having the effect that I think/hope they will eventually. First:
|i LOVE these things. |
but, they do sort of look like 2 Heathers with 3 Mommies.
I got these on sale from CB2. I am so irrationally into these things! Someday, when my dining room table is not doubling as my desk, these will make a delightful table centerpiece. They're candleholders, but I am really enjoying them in their current incarnation, not holding candles at all.
The second Small Things purchase I made recently, but haven't been able to use to its full potential yet is:
i LOVE THESE.
I got these at a hotel surplus store, this odd refuge in Van Nuys for castoff hotel items. First of all -- Van Nuys. Doesn't Van Nuys make you kind of sad? Just the idea of Van Nuys sets off a small wave of angst in me. Certain parts of LA do that-- they force me into a heightened awareness of my mortality. As Nikki Sixx said: I don't want to die, out here in the Valley.
But, mortality aside, I enjoy these architectural drawing-reproduction things. I'm not sure what to do with them yet though. I'm not sure I love the basic black frames, but I'm also not sure what other style or color of frame would give the extra somethin-somethin I'm looking for. The writing on them is in French-- even though the buildings are different, the writing along the bottom of both says:
A Paris chez l'auteur Rue St. Jacques au Chariot d'Or. Avec Privilege du Roy.
I think this means:
That's how often this autistic guy Jacques made me watch "Chariots of Fire,"
because that's what Roy wanted to do in Paris.
I will have to think about how to frame these. I thought about putting them together in one big frame, but I think they'll be better separate. I'm kind of into this frame, and this one might be good too! I think these will end up in the office somehow. That seems to be where they should hang out.
But, alas, I think I'm getting ahead of myself. Small Things are fun, but first things first-- before I can re-frame things or hang them on walls or enjoy vaguely polyamorous table centerpieces, I need to finish the painting, the unpacking, the light-fixture changing, the bed setting up. I'm running a little low on enthusiasm for the Big House Things, for the work of getting the basics of home in place. But there's just a bit more to go. Hopefully, in the next couple of weeks, I can really truly finish moving in to the house. By then, it will have been about three months since I first moved in. Not exactly instant gratification, but...eventual gratification? I think I'm shooting for eventual gratification in the setting up of the Frankenhouse.