When I was 8 months pregnant, Vladimir and I
moved with kit and caboodle into a family friendly apartment.
At the perfect time I got the often heard of
energy boost during the last weeks of the pregnancy.
Vladimir is self employed and had to work from
morning until late evening. So I could run riot as I pleased in our new home. I
unpacked boxes, organized everything and found the right places.
It went even so far, that I washed all our
clothes before I put them in the closet. In retrospect that was great, but if I
think about it, I was nuts.
Just “nesting”.
During that time I also painted some furniture
for Irma’s bedroom. Old
furniture, that we would’ve
thrown away otherwise, had a new purpose.
To paint/lacquer the furniture I used recommended
paint on water basis. It is so low
in odor, that you can paint in the apartment without problem and without strain
your lungs.
Then you only need a brush for the edges and a
foam roller for the big areas, so they're
smooth.
This huge chest is actually a “fallen over”
closet corpus, that before painting shone in a worn
out, cold white. I wanted to burn that ugly thing, but Vladimir had the idea to
make over the closet corpus and turn it into a bench.
While I painted diligently, my mom helped sewing
the pillow cases and a new cover for the old foam mattress. The foam mattress
was in my parent’s attic. It got
washed and cut into the tight size.
Soon Irma can frolic and climb around and the
chest has a lot of storage to put toys in it.
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| Redo a closet corpus to a chest |
My parents bought the dresser over 30 years ago.
As my mom likes to say, even back then the dresser was “cheap furniture” and was only bought, to be able to through it away without a guilty
conscience when something better came upon. Unexpectedly the dresser followed
every move, until I took it with me into my student flat.
From the original dark brown I painted it bright
red, then piggy pink and now old green. My dad drilled a couple knob holes into
it, so we could screw in the colorful ceramic knobs.
And so we still didn’t get rid of that thing.
The little wooden chest was already standing in
my kids bedroom. Now it fit perfectly to Irma’s golden princess mirror.
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