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Bed of Fails

So, we’ve been meaning to buy a new bed since the last catastrophe, or to build one. This week we finally got around to it: I was confident that I would have no problem whatsoever building a raised bed-like thing for our nice recycled-cotton mattress. So we rented a van, bought some timber and lo – this morning I build a bed. Thing. (We also went shopping for things like shelving, carpets and various home-related stuffs. I caved in and opted for shelves from IKEA. Yes, you may punch me in the eye now.)

The problem is, I overestimated the hardness of the mattress and what I ended up with instead is a bed with slalom jumps installed. OH THE FAILS!

The gaps between slats are too wide, and instead of a nice ergonomic bed we have a very special kind of a torture device.

Timber doesn’t cost all that much, and there’s a place not four kilometres away from us… But we have no car, and renting one just to get five pieces of wood is hardly cost effective. I feel like such an idiot. But live and learn… Now, to put together the new shelf for my studio.







Lately, the Significant Otter has been bringing up the fact that we’re paying too much rent, and after a year or so we should look for something cheaper. It’s usually dressed in the form of “don’t buy stuff”. Well! Instead of buying new shelves to house my DVDs (our combined shelves were only enough for both our books and his DVD collection), I’ve spent the last couple of days rearranging the living room furniture so all bookshelves (the Ikea Expedit kind) can be accessed on both sides…. Ergo, more storage space! I’ve successfully managed to arrange all books and all DVDs and all…most all comics on the existing shelving. Phew! Unfortunately, that still leaves my studio (the junk room) short of shelving… I’m looking at the possibility of building my own vs. buying shitty cheap stuff from Ikea. I may yet end up breaking my oath never to buy any furniture from them again!

Pay no heed to the crappy paintwork. I was feeling lazy. (I’ll probably fix it later.)

This weekend has seen a magazine rack for the bathroom (above), made of a piece of cot we found in the garbage (this is just 1/4 of it. one half i in use at the balcony as a drying frame, and the remaining 1/4 is probably going into my studio for more storage, if not as a towel rack for the bedroom door…). Last week, I took a sanding machine to my old kitchen table (it already had a long life as a kitchen table, drawing desk and a balcony table at my friend’s house before making it to my kitchen about seven years ago). I painted it with “semi-shiny” black furniture paint, using just one layer so the wood grain is still visible.

Next project: The chairs.

As for the colour-themed crisis I previously blogged about: the Significant Otter took the pics down, and we talked about it, and I apologised, and he still puts up with me, and I promised to cook a dinner for him for Saturday. I wanted to try this thing (source unknown) that’s been making rounds in Facebook lately:

Top: Inspiration from an unknown origin. Bottom: My version.

My theory is that the pan has to be really hot so when the egg hits the pan, it congeals immediately and doesn’t spread all over the pan. The peppers aren’t heavy enough to contain runny egg (as a lot of people trying this have learned)! I’m allergic to raw egg, so I cheated by making scrambled eggs first — with a bit of milk added to parsley-garlic-black pepper-salt-oregano eggs. When the scrambled egg seemed thick enough to stay still, I poured them in the paprika molds. I also used the oven grill on some thick slices of pork, and we had some nachos with cheese on the side. Kitchen Experimental result: dry. Some creme fraiche and salsa might have worked wonders.


Telepathic scolding

I forgot to mention in my bout of self-loathing the funny part of this morning’s peeve. I wrote a little note to the Significant Otter and left it at the kitchen table, explaining nicely (I hope) that I was cross with the pictures he’d put up. Before I left for work, he woke up and told me he had a dream where I’d told him to sit down at the kitchen table because we needed to talk about something and he didn’t know what he’d done wrong! Poor Otter.


Hi I’m scum

The Significant Otter took me out to see an outdoor play yesterday to see the Ylioppilasteatteri (University theatre) play Rakkaus ja Maailmanloppu  (Love and the End of the World). It was fun, if occasionally a bit repetitive, ironic and… well, I enjoyed it. It’s been raining recently, so I was pleased to find the sun came out for the play, and the theatre provided blankets – the Mustikkamaa summer theatre is right at the sea, so it’s often windy out there. It was lovely to be out with just the two of us. I guess it could be called ”quality time”.


So as I was having my morning coffee in the kitchen today, I felt pretty awful for the fact I was unreasonably annoyed. The Otter recently put some posters up, and here’s where it all gets complicated. We’re both very stubborn and individualistic people, you see, so we’ve had to devise a system where we discuss home decoration first, and put things up only after we’re in agreement (mostly, I admit, that he’s in agreement with me. I’m a monster.). As I sat there in my our carefully colour planned kitchen, I was not so much annoyed by the fact he’d put them up without talking about it. I even glossed over the fact he’d put posters directly on the wall (as we previously agreed we’d use frames), or even the fact he used push pins, which I disapprove of because of the marks they leave on the wall. I didn’t even mind all that much I don’t particularly like those pictures.


But the colour.

The colour! I’m obsessive, I know. If I had my way, each room would have everything colour coordinated to two or three matching colours. In the kitchen, I decided (yes, me) we’d use the colours from the curtain I bought, and it gives a fairly large variety: blue-turquoise, pink, orange, cool red and cold greens. I thought it was a pretty sweet deal, including both my favourites and his. And the three pictures he put up. They don’t match. I know not everyone sees colours that vividly, or doesn’t pay attention to them like I do. But surely… I hope… anyone can see the mismatch between the two colour schemes below? The first one is with the approximate of the existing theme. The one of the right is the general theme from the pictures the Significant Otter put up. It drives me crazy!


Colour schemes

Left: as I want it. Right: The offending articles.


I realise I’m probably totally in the wrong: I may be nit-pickety and obsessive and way over the line. But it really bothers me. It bothers me that it bothers me. I’m annoyed at being annoyed at some silly pictures. And I also realise that I’m the one doing most of the shopping regarding home deco – meaning I make decisions on my own – but in my defence, it’s futile to try to get the Otter to go with me as he hates shopping, browsing and choosing. I can’t blame him for that. Bought items can always be taken back … just as he/we can move the pictures, or I can… errr… well, there’s the rub. I don’t think I can get used to something that, to me, is an eyesore.

So the next things I know, I’m waaaaaay overboard, swimming in the deep end of my mind, and I’m making grand plans of taking everything that’s mine or my style and stuffing it into the studio room, and telling him he can decorate the rest as he sees fit. I will curl up in my pretty space amongst my treasures like the dragon I am! But I wouldn’t be happy. I have a terrible need to decorate my lair in a way that I see beautiful, otherwise I’m just uncomfortable. And if I can’t find comfort in my own home, I’m unhappy. And when I’m unhappy, boy oh boy. I’m unbearable. And, as I’m finally approaching the all-swallowing vortex, the thought follows that I’m unworthy of living together with someone else. And I twirl down to the bottom to drown in my feelings of self-loathing and worthlessness.

I feel terrible. Such dramatic thoughts over a few damn pictures.

And then! Just to crawl further down under a rock to pin me forever in the murk, I declare to the emptiness my trump card: I’ll rather drown than become a tyrant! I don’t want to make all the decisions. I just want… heh… that democratic decisions follow what I want.


I know. Just kill me now.



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