I like being silly, or by a more sinister heading: Membranous glomerulonephritis, round 2, week 16.

Week 16:

Medication: 225mg cytotoxins (Cyclosporin), 32mg cortisone and other assorted goodies.

As previously promised: Me as a china doll. Make-up by my 14 year old daughter. (And I didn't even get to peek)

Sincerely,
Pepsi-Mama

Meanwhile, finished projects

Project "Tin jars"

Tin jars are a hoot and a half! Look for tin jars at the fleemarket - you can redo the even the ugliest ones to something usable. These cost me maybe 0,5€/pcs.

Before: The black chalkpaint was discolored,
and the tin had other stains that didn't come off.
After: Tea and Chocolate tins. No more half empty cartons of still unused tea or
half empty bags of O'boy in my cabinets.

How do you like my new cookie jar?
Sorry, it was so ugly I never took a "before" picture.

Sincerely,
Pepsi-Mama

Overstating the obvious

The Bitchslap I got from Karma for thinking bad about my mother (see previous post) , was an eyeopener in more than one way.

Apparently I've also swallowed the text-trend  in interior design sink and hook.
This pic woke me up:

At the bottom left corner. What do I see?

I'm not blind, nor stupid. I can see there's tea there. Why the text??

I'm sooo painting this over. 

Then I turn around, and no less than 3 meters away, there's this hanging on the wall by the fridge: 

Huh. Guess I have to rethink the not stupid statement, right? 

However, this does not contain tea... Bazinga! 

After doing it's foremost duty; reminding me to take the meds I'm on, it also  holds an assortment of all the little knick-knacks I don't know where else to put, but which comes in handy in the kitchen. Such as rubberbands, breadbags-clips, toothpicks and extra fridge magnets.

But why haven't I scratched off the text? Poor guests! I always tell them to make themselves at home in my kitchen, and yet here I am misleading them terribly. He, he, he... ;)

By now I'm intrigued. What else text-wise is there really here? Quite a bit it turns out. 

Just in the kitchen area I found:

Sink backsplash.

After 1,5 year in the house, I still don't remember which knob turns on what.
The controlfreak in me loves the labeller so...

True.

Again, true.

Truth #3. Sign remade to magnet,
hanging on the edge of  the stove fan, facing the living room area. 

The living room area had been spared, almost. This is the Man's addition of text in the house and it's going out to the Party-Barn come spring.

Moving on throughout the rest of our little house:

Hallway.

Bathroom. Colorcoded sortingstation for laundry.

Little bathroom, cabinet. Labeller in use again.
Top shelf: Batteries-Plugs-Insects-Sun
Lower shelf: Medicines (Me, the Man, All purpose)

The little bathroom again. Small window, no real need for curtains,
 so why not a framed comic? I do not know how my mind works...

Desk.

Bedroom mirror. "Life's simple pleasures:
A seed to sow, a place to go, a walk to take, something to make"

Bedroom again.

What do you think? I'm thinking maybe I need a text-detox. I'm really overstating the obvious, aren't I?

Funny thing is, the only "statement" we have deliberately placed in our home doesn't even have text on it.  This is it:

Hint: It's not the lamp nor the fern.

Sincerely,

Pepsi-Mama

Karma-curtains revisited

I'm a take what you have kind of girl, so the pink fabric is a sheet.
Sorry you didn't get to see it steamed straight.
The energy for that came much later.

Bitchslapped with knuckle dusters by Karma.

I needed some items for a project I was thinking of the other day, so I went shopping with my mother. I came back practically empty handed, but she filled the entire backseat of my car with stuff. As I saw her accumulate more and more things, the minimalist-me started worrying.

Where's she gonna put all this junk? At one point I actually had to ask her to come back from the 1980's and step away from the plastic red roses.

So for every new item that grabbed her attention, I kept asking her: What are you going to use it for?
Her reply: I don't know, but it's so beautiful, and on sale, so...
To my shame; Me: Well just because it's beautiful doesn't mean you have to buy it. That's consumerism. Just enjoy it's beauty for now, and if you can't stop thinking about it you know where to find it later.
Mentally snorting I even thought: Thank Goodness I'm Over Buying Just Because It's Pretty Enough.

Once back home at my own place, what happens? First thing I see wipes the smugness of my face.
By the sink the abominations hung.
Too long, touching the floor, bought because of their beauty, but too pretty to actually be used. All the things I thought about my mother's shopping.
I slap my self mentally and promise to never think bad about my mother's shopping habits ever again. Bad, Bad Daughter!!!

After sleeping restlessly, plagued by my condescending thoughts earlier about my mother, I decided I needed to correct my own mistake first thing the next morning as a penance of sorts.
The abominations became curtains:

Not the prettiest curtains, but I'll add some more pink fabric later on.

"Keep it simple, Less is more". Oh, the irony...
Sometimes Karma taps you gently on the shoulder, sometimes it literally Bitchslaps you in the face - With knuckle dusters.

Sincerely,
Pepsi-Mama

Project "Hallway"

When I bought our house in 2011, we renovated our hearts out. But somehow, the hallway was forgotten. Until this week.

Originally it was painted a porncave velvety brownish-red, as though someone had been murdered in there and instead of cleaning up the evidence, some lazyass just smeared the blood and gore all over. *Shudder*
In our hurry to get on with the other rooms, we quick-fixed it. White paint and cheap lighting, which by the way is still hanging there, threatening to fall down anytime someone slams the frontdoor shut.
(Note to self: Get on that, pronto!)

Well, this week I finally got tired of looking at it. Anemic, impractical, boring, every smudgy fingerprint clearly visible. I couldn't take it anymore!

Left to do is to change the frontdoor completely. We know the model we want, but now I'm stuck on color. White seems so boring. I'm thinking black? Maybe dark granite grey? Any ideas?

This is the model we're getting. 

Project "Outside"

House and barn decorated for Christmas. The heart was made for  Spring and Autumn.

Lanterns and chime in the apple tree. Battery driven lights.
I tried, but the picture does not do it justice. 

Project "Fleemarket makeovers"

4 € at the fleemarket. Otherwise ugly as hell wooden bowl and candle holders,
given new life by repainting them in  high gloss black. Kitschy!

Project "Pringles"

Project "Window"

Bedroom Before.

Restored an old windowframe, painted it highgloss black and stuck text on it.

Traveling

I hate traveling for work. It might sound like a chance to see the world, but all you really see are the back alleys of whatever hotel you're staying at, and, Oh Yay!: more offices. This is Frankfurt, "behind the scenes".

The master and commander was awaiting my return. Not too pleased with my absence and being cared for by friends of the family, he gave me a glance of utter disapproval and then continued ignoring me.

Otherwise in my little world:
Playing on the stereo: Chet Baker.
The daily obsession: Scanning everything from old photos to papers onto the computer. No more "important" folders in my bookshelf. Yay!
Most recent idiotic thing done: A whole tray of creamy potato au gratin. Forgot the salt. D'oh!

The Nutters

Love is a many splendored thing som Frank Sinatra sjöng.

(Frasen är mindre känd som en av stroferna i Francis Thompsons dikt The Hound of Heaven.)

Karin Boye

New and exciting

The web's a wonderful place. Always something new to discover. Today my random browsing led me to 'A softer world'. There's a link in the list to your left if you like my selection. Photography and ironic philosophy, a noteworthy mix of two of my favorite things.