I can’t help but wonder if I’m in the right career. I am currently working for an AHL hockey team, in a glorified sales position. The money is horrible, the hours are insane, but I get health benefits and I have a job straight out of college.
Then I realize I spend 60% of my day at work looking at design blogs, magazines, and websites. That can’t be normal right?
I troll Craigslist like its my job finding free/cheap things that I imagine myself purchasing and making over. I don’t own my own house, I don’t even rent. Right now I live with my boyfriend and his Mom. She’s getting older and can’t live on her own. She’s also certifiably insane, opposed to change, and thinks I’m out to get her. Awesome.
So the only idea I keep coming back to over and over again is saving up some money, buying some of these crazy pieces, re-purposing them, and selling them off. Etsy store? Craigslist? I don’t really care, but I want projects. I want to buy a hideous dresser and make it into something fabulous. I want to take that ugly free side of the road lamp, spray paint it with some high gloss paint toss a new lampshade on top and find a happy home for it.
The issue here is how I convince people (my family, the boy, his mom) that I’m not crazy. How do I successfully set up an etsy store where people want to buy the junk I’ve refinished/repurposed. There are some great finds at thrift stores that beg to come home with me, but I have no room or reason for. I found this beautiful sofa on Craigslist for free; I went to pick it up and discovered it wouldn’t fit in my SUV. This got me to wondering where I was going to put it anyways… Can’t put it at the boyfriends house, his mom will go crazy, plus she lets the dog destroy everything. The plan was to hold onto it until I saved up the money for re-upholstery (it was pretty hideous and worn out) but who really knows when that will be. And what’s the point when I have no-where to put it anyways?
So I sit at work every day and wonder if I should just do it, save up some money make some good smart purchases put the time and effort into re-doing them and work at the re-sale part. It’s amazing the inspiration I find on blogs all over the place. People out there work their boring day jobs and go home to their dream jobs that just haven’t taken off yet. This is my dream job, but is it realistic? Could I really make a living off re-purposing people’s used leftover furniture and accessories?
I’d need some storage space and work space to do all this. The boyfriend’s house has a garage that is used for storing crap… but it’d be awfully presumptuous for me to just assume I could take it over. His mom already thinks my goal is to get her kicked out of her house. What’s a girl to do?
Friday, November 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I'm back(ish)
Jeepers, I’ve been lost in blog-land lately. I’ve been doing a whole ton of reading and no writing. I guess I wanted to start this more as a way to keep track of some great images and then I found pinterest.com and used that for filing. It began to be more work to put together whole posts with a story or a point when all I wanted to was access into this crazy world.
I’ve been dragged all over into things that interest me, starting with interior design and moving into some crazy craft blogs, some awesome make your own clothing blogs, really awesome wedding blogs, and so many more random blogs that I just adore.
I have a list in a word document that is 5 pages long. I’ve found stores and magazines; honestly the list just goes on and on. I’m not sure how to continue with this thing. It’d be so much fun to dedicate time to it, grab a whole pile of followers, and get famous, but honestly I have a regular day job from 9-6, a boyfriend, a crazy family, and I am an active person. I like to be out whenever possible. This greatly restricts my ability to sit down and write a post.
Blogging may not be the exact thing for me, but this is going to become my dumping ground for all things awesome. My pinterest site will probably become my primary way to post FABULOUS pictures, but I couldn’t help but want to share some of these sites. Check em out yo!
http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com/
Fabulous Craft site
http://www.adventuresindressmaking.com/
Fabulous Clothing Crafting
http://www.centsationalgirl.com/
Her tag line is Fabulous, For Less and it’s true
Are you seeing any sort of Fabulous pattern here, I should pull out my Thesaurus maybe…
http://www.hotandhealthymom.com/
I’m not a Mom, but this site is inspiring and…well… fabulous
http://www.insidestoop.com/
She works for HGTV, she has great taste in music, and she’s (you guessed it) fabulous!
http://www.copycatchic.com/
Mostly furniture etc, but look at all those crazy designer items she finds elsewhere. That is fabulous
http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/
She wears cute clothes, her husband takes photos, and I enjoy. Fab!
I’ve been dragged all over into things that interest me, starting with interior design and moving into some crazy craft blogs, some awesome make your own clothing blogs, really awesome wedding blogs, and so many more random blogs that I just adore.
I have a list in a word document that is 5 pages long. I’ve found stores and magazines; honestly the list just goes on and on. I’m not sure how to continue with this thing. It’d be so much fun to dedicate time to it, grab a whole pile of followers, and get famous, but honestly I have a regular day job from 9-6, a boyfriend, a crazy family, and I am an active person. I like to be out whenever possible. This greatly restricts my ability to sit down and write a post.
Blogging may not be the exact thing for me, but this is going to become my dumping ground for all things awesome. My pinterest site will probably become my primary way to post FABULOUS pictures, but I couldn’t help but want to share some of these sites. Check em out yo!
http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com/
Fabulous Craft site
http://www.adventuresindressmaking.com/
Fabulous Clothing Crafting
http://www.centsationalgirl.com/
Her tag line is Fabulous, For Less and it’s true
Are you seeing any sort of Fabulous pattern here, I should pull out my Thesaurus maybe…
http://www.hotandhealthymom.com/
I’m not a Mom, but this site is inspiring and…well… fabulous
http://www.insidestoop.com/
She works for HGTV, she has great taste in music, and she’s (you guessed it) fabulous!
http://www.copycatchic.com/
Mostly furniture etc, but look at all those crazy designer items she finds elsewhere. That is fabulous
http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/
She wears cute clothes, her husband takes photos, and I enjoy. Fab!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Craigslist is a girls best friend
Let me begin this by saying that this post should have gone up yesterday. I have now spent 2 days obsessively trying to find the reference picture I wanted to use for the very last Craigslist find on this entry. Make your way down there and we will discuss further…
Holy Moly Craigslist had a ton of stuff today! I don’t know why but it seems I can never find anything that jumps out at me, so either my eye is becoming better or people are just getting rid of all their good stuff. Here’s some eye candy for ya!
China hutch (Sorry it's sideways)
Holy Moly Craigslist had a ton of stuff today! I don’t know why but it seems I can never find anything that jumps out at me, so either my eye is becoming better or people are just getting rid of all their good stuff. Here’s some eye candy for ya!
China hutch (Sorry it's sideways)
Those doors remind me of this:
Chairs
Paint these bad boys a nice high gloss white and they are fab!Lattice Rug PB
$600 from the store, $300 from Craigslist
Table
I feel like I’ve seen this idea (Drawer under the table) recently and I just can’t remember where. It was on someone’s blog, if it looks familiar help me out…
End tables $75 for the pair
They are just so cute. Love the Legs!
Slipper Chair Crate & Barrel
A steal at $35
Leather Throne Chair
I may actually call on this guy. $20, that’s unreal! He’s just missing 1 measly cushion
Pedestal Table $120 for table and 4 chairs
Over the couch mirror
I see this girl here with a nice coat of high gloss black paint. Yes? No?
I’m not the only one with mirror’s on my mind check this blog out!
And last, but certainly not least!
Exec Desk $299
Okay so this is my nemesis right now. Not the desk, which is gorgeous, but when I saw this one I instantly thought of another one I’ve seen recently on someone’s blog. They painted their desk white; it had cute brass accents, and also had a leather top to it. Also I believe it cost the buyer only $75, much better than the price of mine, but we aren’t all perfect. I cannot figure out for the life of me where I saw the original. I’ve spend 2 days looking obsessively through all the blogs I read (which is quite a few). Nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch. If you know the desk redo I’m talking about help me out. I’m now officially going crazy about it.
That being said, I’d paint this desk white, leave the handles, and ogle over that intricate woodwork pattern every single day.
Thank you Craigslist for giving a girl something fun to do during her boring desk job.
Exec Desk $299
Okay so this is my nemesis right now. Not the desk, which is gorgeous, but when I saw this one I instantly thought of another one I’ve seen recently on someone’s blog. They painted their desk white; it had cute brass accents, and also had a leather top to it. Also I believe it cost the buyer only $75, much better than the price of mine, but we aren’t all perfect. I cannot figure out for the life of me where I saw the original. I’ve spend 2 days looking obsessively through all the blogs I read (which is quite a few). Nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch. If you know the desk redo I’m talking about help me out. I’m now officially going crazy about it.
That being said, I’d paint this desk white, leave the handles, and ogle over that intricate woodwork pattern every single day.
Thank you Craigslist for giving a girl something fun to do during her boring desk job.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Laughing Later.
Okay so today I was going to post pretty pictures and play design freak. What is it they say about the best laid plans…?
Let’s start from the beginning.
If you go back I've talked about a wedding I’m in coming up, err holy cow, less than 2 weeks away now. Last night was the bachelor party. Boyfriend decided to go even though he is not a huge fan of the groom, $25 to buy a ticket to go to our local watering-hole is crazy, and he was tired. That’s right 3 reasons not to go, but he was a good sport.
He left the house around 7:30, I offered to drop him off and pick him up so he didn’t have to worry about driving, but he told me over and over again that he wasn’t staying long or drinking much.
Well as you could guess this is were the story goes awry, he stayed late and drank…. A LOT. At 12:30 I get a text message that asks where I am. I respond back “In bed” of course. It’s a work night and I’m a girl who needs my 9 hours of sleep. (That’s not a joke either, I NEED 9 hours of sleep)
5 minutes later… “Please come pick me up, I need a ride.”
Well let me just tell you, I’m more than glad to hop out of bed anytime for someone who has drank too much and needs a ride. Seriously. I’m known for doing it for many people. This was absolutely no problem, I even held my tongue on the “I told you so” I could have given him.
Fast Forward to 3 AM where boyfriend is still chatting, getting up every 5 minutes to pee, and sleeping the middle of our Full Size bed, on top of the covers. The on top of the covers pushed me right over the edge, I was cold and couldn’t possibly get under them the way he was situated. Plus he's 6 feet and change, I'm 5'2". There was no way I was moving him.
At this point I’m no longer laughing about the situation. I wasn’t laughing as I woke up at 8 am to go to work either. Still wasn’t laughing around Noon, when the exhaustion was really kicking in.
Now though, now I can laugh. He never gets drunk. He never is chatty. Boyfriend is very laid back and quiet. Drunk Boyfriend is basically the polar opposite. There was some funny stuff going on.
Like the falling down trying to get into bed, rolling out of bed and landing on the floor, the sad face as he told me he didn’t get a lap dance from the strippers and that he’d like to go back. I tried to let him know that the bar was closed, the party was over and the strippers had most likely gone home to their very nice penthouse apartments that they can afford based on their salary (or dorm rooms as they pay there way through college depending on the girl). He didn’t believe me and managed to get halfway out of the front door before I could corral him back to bed.
I managed to not yell, shout, or show my upsetness (that’s not even a real word) the whole time. I stayed quiet, smiled quietly and swallowed it because I knew after I took a good nap and heard about the night from his point of view, I’d laugh. The nap there being the key.
And boy am I laughing now. I have ammunition for a good long while. Sometimes it pays to just sit back and watch.
Let’s start from the beginning.
If you go back I've talked about a wedding I’m in coming up, err holy cow, less than 2 weeks away now. Last night was the bachelor party. Boyfriend decided to go even though he is not a huge fan of the groom, $25 to buy a ticket to go to our local watering-hole is crazy, and he was tired. That’s right 3 reasons not to go, but he was a good sport.
He left the house around 7:30, I offered to drop him off and pick him up so he didn’t have to worry about driving, but he told me over and over again that he wasn’t staying long or drinking much.
Well as you could guess this is were the story goes awry, he stayed late and drank…. A LOT. At 12:30 I get a text message that asks where I am. I respond back “In bed” of course. It’s a work night and I’m a girl who needs my 9 hours of sleep. (That’s not a joke either, I NEED 9 hours of sleep)
5 minutes later… “Please come pick me up, I need a ride.”
Well let me just tell you, I’m more than glad to hop out of bed anytime for someone who has drank too much and needs a ride. Seriously. I’m known for doing it for many people. This was absolutely no problem, I even held my tongue on the “I told you so” I could have given him.
Fast Forward to 3 AM where boyfriend is still chatting, getting up every 5 minutes to pee, and sleeping the middle of our Full Size bed, on top of the covers. The on top of the covers pushed me right over the edge, I was cold and couldn’t possibly get under them the way he was situated. Plus he's 6 feet and change, I'm 5'2". There was no way I was moving him.
At this point I’m no longer laughing about the situation. I wasn’t laughing as I woke up at 8 am to go to work either. Still wasn’t laughing around Noon, when the exhaustion was really kicking in.
Now though, now I can laugh. He never gets drunk. He never is chatty. Boyfriend is very laid back and quiet. Drunk Boyfriend is basically the polar opposite. There was some funny stuff going on.
Like the falling down trying to get into bed, rolling out of bed and landing on the floor, the sad face as he told me he didn’t get a lap dance from the strippers and that he’d like to go back. I tried to let him know that the bar was closed, the party was over and the strippers had most likely gone home to their very nice penthouse apartments that they can afford based on their salary (or dorm rooms as they pay there way through college depending on the girl). He didn’t believe me and managed to get halfway out of the front door before I could corral him back to bed.
I managed to not yell, shout, or show my upsetness (that’s not even a real word) the whole time. I stayed quiet, smiled quietly and swallowed it because I knew after I took a good nap and heard about the night from his point of view, I’d laugh. The nap there being the key.
And boy am I laughing now. I have ammunition for a good long while. Sometimes it pays to just sit back and watch.
Monday, September 27, 2010
A song and a room!
I'm gonna try something new to keep me on top of posting. If I do Fabulous House Fridays and Song and Room Mondays maybe the rest of the week can fill itself in.
The Song and Room idea came to because of this song: Last Name by Carrie Underwood. For those of you who are not country music fans... what is wrong with you? haha! I kept picturing this girl's house in my head. First here's the lyrics. Click that link above for the actual song and video.
The Song and Room idea came to because of this song: Last Name by Carrie Underwood. For those of you who are not country music fans... what is wrong with you? haha! I kept picturing this girl's house in my head. First here's the lyrics. Click that link above for the actual song and video.
Last night I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby
Last night I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy
Last night I met a guy on the dance floor
And I let him call me baby
And I don't even know his last name
Oh, my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name
We left the club right around three o'clock in the morning
His Pinto sitting there in the parking lot Well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into
So I blame it on the Cuervo
Oh where did my manners go?
And I don't even know his last name
Oh, my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name
Here we go...
Today I woke up thinkin' about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how this ring on my left hand just appeared out of nowhere
I gotta go
I take the chips and the Pinto and hit the road
They say what happens here stays here
All of this will disappear
There's just one little problem...
I don't even know my last name
Oh my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name
What have I done
What have I done
What have I done
Oh, what have I done
I don't even know my last name
It turned into
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned into
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name
Last night I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy
Last night I met a guy on the dance floor
And I let him call me baby
And I don't even know his last name
Oh, my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name
We left the club right around three o'clock in the morning
His Pinto sitting there in the parking lot Well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into
So I blame it on the Cuervo
Oh where did my manners go?
And I don't even know his last name
Oh, my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name
Here we go...
Today I woke up thinkin' about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how this ring on my left hand just appeared out of nowhere
I gotta go
I take the chips and the Pinto and hit the road
They say what happens here stays here
All of this will disappear
There's just one little problem...
I don't even know my last name
Oh my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name
What have I done
What have I done
What have I done
Oh, what have I done
I don't even know my last name
It turned into
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned into
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name
In my head the girl this song is about lives here.
The bathroom is a bit too naive and girly, but Ijust had to include the image
In the movie the main character lives in this beautiful bachelorette pad. In that song, I imagine that girl living in something just like this.
This place goes on my list of “If’s”. If I ever had my own place. If I could handle that much pink. If I lived in the city as a single girl. Then I would definitely want this place.
What do you think?
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