making room

Things I really ought to be doing right now:

• Going for a run
• Looking for work
• Writing a gig review for The Grapevine

Things I most certainly should not be doing right now:

• Making a stop motion film entitled “Operation Redecoration” (and if one feels absolutely compelled to do such a thing, one should wear something a little more flattering than pyjama bottoms. Just sayin’.)

It had to be done, however (the revamping, not the video). For all the recent changes in my life, I needed a sanctuary. A room to retreat to. A place that felt more like me. So while the boy was at a stag this past weekend, I cleaned, repainted and rearranged our bedroom.

The before photo (of which there is only one, because, although I planned to do an entire stop motion video of said project, I evidently failed in the “before & after” department). However meager, “Exhibit A” still shows a beige 20-something bachelor pad, which gives you an idea of the direness of the situation. What you don’t see in the photo are the bike tires on the wall and a book-case full of wires and man gadgets and the Tranformers figurine on the wardrobe (although those words seem to be mutually exclusive as figurine sounds dainty and we all know that transformers are badass — though perhaps not fit for a 30-something-married-couple’s bedroom).

What you do see in the video is my plumber’s crack on  multiple occasions, which is not a good look, no matter how fit the ass. What IS a good look, however, is the final product. I think. Please note that I am on a shoestring budget (half of a shoestring actually) so my powers of transformation were limited by my lack of funds (the only thing I bought is the paint). I’d love to purchase new furniture but one needs a job for that (I really should start looking for work in earnest). And besides, I’m waiting for the perfect antique dresser, desk, bedside table, lamp and chair to come my way. But you just wait, people! The pizzazz will be something to behold. In the meantime, I’m digging the freshness of the room. Sure, it’s not worthy of Apartment Therapy but it’s a vast improvement.

I’m not certain how the British Boy feels about the change. Mind you, he did spend the entire weekend getting utterly pissed with his mates so his judgement may still be impaired. He says he likes it but there is a hint of a tone in his voice that suggests otherwise. Perhaps he’s in shock. I suspect he feels like part of his boyhood has been lost, or robbed as it were (it’s a good thing I didn’t get that giant unicorn painting). Maybe I should put Optimus Prime back on the shelf.