Bedroom Closet Doors.

Remember those big green glass sliding doors from IKEA?  We sure do, they've been laying on the floor all week.  Pretty scary for a couple of double-left-footed klutzes.  The closet wall opening is custom fitted for these doors, but there is a problem: the rails that came with them are custom fitted for a standing cabinet.  Shit.  Four hours and three trips to Home Depot later, the decision's been made:  we're going to IKEA hack those bitches.  We called in an expert, Peter's dad came over and I watched them saw and drill through the irreplaceable rails.

Measure twice, cut once, don't screw it up.

This is what happens when I insist the doors are flush with the wall.  Start over boys.

Those doors are TALL.

Happy customers.  OK, now how bad is that wood trim?

Working into the night, after a few close calls, the doors are up.  Not too happy about the wood trim contrasting with the green doors, but there are bigger things to worry about now.

Score.

Well, we originally thought of putting a pool table in the loft, but those things are expensive, so we put it off for a while.

Until today.  Peter's good friend Keith just hooked us up with a vintage Brunswick table for $300!  It's a "fixer-upper", but I know that table and I get the feeling it'll work out somehow.  We lost the camera in the move, so no photos until we find it.  Here is our new table in it's original condition:

Ours has a much darker walnut finish.  Yum.

We brought it home.  It's strewn across our floor in pieces with piles of other stuff.  I don't know how we're living in this.

Toasty.

Mr. Gas Man showed up first thing this morning and THE HEAT IS ON!

Frozen.

Move-in day.

Brrrrrr....  It's -6 degrees outside.  NEGATIVE SIX.  The best part being we just discovered that our gas is shut off, leaving us with no heat or hot water.  People's Gas says they won't be able to turn it on until Monday.  That's 6 days (5 nights) in a meat locker loft.

The management brought us a propane space heater that literally spews fire in our timber loft.  "FOR OUTDOOR USE ONLY" it reads, but don't fret, it came with a carbon monoxide detector.  Uncle Tom's advice: "Shut that thing off and get the f-bomb outta there!"  Sage advice from a construction manager.  Hmmm... freeze outside or suffocate inside?  We'll take our chances where the fire is.

No pictures because I will NOT remove my gloves.

Um. Yeah.

If I were to say "Mission Accomplished", I would feel a little like like this guy.  The major construction is over and we're moving in tomorrow, but the loft is far from finished.  We'll be living in what is technically a construction site for a while.  Updates (AND PHOTOS!) to follow.