This little light of mine

It's been interesting to pull things off the wall in this condo and see what's underneath. I found two layers of wallpaper under the light fixture in the office — one was green stripes and the other was brown with cream leaves.

Other than being interesting, it's been plain fun to rip off ugly light fixtures from ugly walls. We happily said goodbye to this bathroom beauty:

Drywall

I've sheetrocked as much of the laundry space and pantry as I can do before I need a plumber to return my phone calls and pull a drain line up from the carport below our kitchen for our future washer. Mudding is a lot harder than you might think it is. Here's what it looks like:


It takes about three days because you have to let the first coat of mud dry, then sand, then reapply the mud, then sand, then reapply the mud and sand again before it's ready to paint.

Wallpaper: update

It looks like my mad skills in removing wallpaper paid off — we won't need to hide any sins on the bedroom wall with another coat of the stuff. It's taking to paint just fine.

So, even though I still love twenty2, we're not going to have need of their lovely product.

Instead, we're planning on using the same green color that was in our old living room (scroll down on the link to get to it).

Ode to Duchamp

I'm thinking of sending this piece to the SFMOMA:

Reason No. 39458...

...why you need to keep an eye on me:

Vanilla never looked so good

Our first coat of primer:


*Sniff*

I'm so proud!

Colorado

It seems that we're hitting about one major diversion a week — seasons of Felicidades, Arcade Fire, and a long weekend trip to Colorado with its fragile tundra. (This is where the blog takes a break from the depressing problem of a level floor to gloat about some fun.)


We have some good friends in Denver who were persuaded to join us in Vail for a few days. It was deserted and lovely with color. The only problem was that Vail seems to revolve exclusively around the ski resort, which is closed for summer and not yet open for winter. Our tentative plans to rent mountain bikes was foiled by the lack of open outfitters and weird looks when we asked locals (i.e. construction workers) what to do for kicks.


Having tapped out Vail's potential in a 20-minute walk around the town Thursday, we took a drive to Aspen and over Independence Pass on Friday. We'd like to pretend that we timed our Aspen drive-through with the 10-year anniversary of John Denver's death. His ghost was visiting the Gucci boutique in town.


We drove from Aspen over Independence Pass, a crazy two-lane road that dabbles in scariness with high drop offs, one-lane stretches, and steep switchbacks. The top of the pass at 12,095 feet made it difficult to walk more than about five steps without taking a break (home of the fragile tundra). The views were spectacular, though.


We also got to know the loveliest stretch of interstate in all the west — I-70's Glenwood Canyon. We hiked a straight vertical trail to a hanging lake with some friends. Also beautiful.


Tai promises me that we're done dinking around with silly things such as vacations. It's hard work now until the end. Stay tuned.