Picking Paint Color

I was hell bent on painting the wall behind the bed super dark gray.  Peter, on the other hand, was a skeptic from the beginning.

The actual darkness was a bit shocking, especially at night. It was also a lot bluer then we anticipated. In the end, Peter was right. I'm saying it publicly for all to hear.

We went back to the paint store and picked a much lighter and warmer gray. (Sorry for the crap photos). Now we get to assemble the rest of that bedroom set we bought waaaay back when.

Office Shelves

This is what will eventually be our work/dining area. Isn't it hot?

We thought maybe it could use a few shelves. Enter the hammer drill! This thing was so crazy loud it shook the whole building. The melodic sounds of drilling were apparent upon entering the building. By apparent I mean an eerie buzzing noise rang throughout the building like a bad dream. It was a little embarrassing how loud it was, so when I ran into a neighbor in the hallway, I denied having any knowledge about the strange sound. "Hmmm, management must be fixing something."

36 Tapcon brick bolts and lots of dust and noise later, we have a pretty bad ass shelving system covering the office wall. Photos later.

My Mom's a Bad Ass

In 1973 my mom was almost as cool as she is now.  She was a newlywed, art student and all around badass.  I wasn't born yet, but I know because of this:

 

She used absolutely no black to paint it.  For years this painting lived in the basement of the house I grew up in. Now its mine, ALL MINE! 

In the sunlight the colors really come to life. I love this, it's perfect, like it was meant to be in this space.

Bedroom Light

Peter, what the hell thing did you model this light after? Whatever, it's awesome.

My boyfriend follows design instead of football, I'm so lucky.

Duct Work: Ask and You Shall Receive

We were having trouble figuring out how to hang our new pendants over the pool table. The beam we wanted to hang them on was obstructed and we didn't want to hang them to the side, leaving them off center. Now that we spent the time and money to get the pool table's exact coordinates professionally calibrated, we can't move it. What's that pesky obstruction overhead? Oh yeah, just the HVAC duct.

We casually slipped this conundrum into conversation with the maintenance manager. His solution? "Lets just hack the duct up and move it over 6 inches!" Ask and you shall receive!

During the course of this project we also received a couple other surprises:

Noise complaint from the neighbors - check!

Smell complaint from the neighbors - double check!

I guess people don't want to hear the rip of power tools and the smell of burning metal during their work day. Weird.