Posted on September 19, 2012
I already mentioned to you guys how I have been extremely busy, working my ass off. Always at work , saving money, a lot of prayers and some tough loving for my own space.
( Notice the lack of posts and artwork lately , no worries, it’ll all come back soon )
Ugh, where do I even begin? Lets start with two days before the move.
I finally found a mattress, full size, figured queen would be too big for little old me. A twin size wasn’t even an option. I’m extremely sick of sleeping on midget sized furniture.
I hired a guy that a friend recomended to simply, and only to do this, no carrying involved.. just drive the mattress from Manhattan to it’s destination. I got out out work at 5pm and had to pick it up at 6:30pm, no big deal, we’ll make it in time.
I stayed at my job until 6pm, waiting for this guy to arrive. His response ” I’m on my way”. After many texts, over 15 phone calls amd two hours later this guy was no where to be found. And until this day ( 3 days later ) I still haven’t recieved a response, let alone an excuse or explanation.
I was furious, heated red cheeks and all. Luckily me, Jorge was my Superman and came to save my day. I have no idea what I would have done without him. Not to mention his calming and reassuring words of wisdom put me in my right state of mind again.
I woke up with the biggest knot in my stomach. I figured maybe I’m just nervous because after all this time, me counting down the days, Tomorrow will be the big day. I decided to ignore the weird feeling and headed to work to cover Lee’s shift. I had traded with her so I can get out a little earlier on Friday so I can celebrate Jaga’s birthday with the team. My graffiti family means the world to me.
I had the hardest time falling asleep and between you and I, I didn’t even close my eyes once. You would think it was because of the excitement, all my bags packed and everything, but it wasn’t. I had the sharpest pains in my upper abdomen. It felt like I was being repeatedly stabbed in the same area and then pressure being mounted on top of the wound. Not like I would know what that would feel like. The pain was intolerable. I could barely walk, let alone carry anything.
The whole time I’m debating if I should head to the Emergency room.
I decided to suck it up. Even though I looked like a zombie roaming the streets. Lucky for me, my right hand man M was there to make it all better. Not me, I felt like I was dying. But he managed to do all the heavy lifting. Suitcases, mattress, bookcases and even was a trooper and headed to Ikea with me, while I roamed the aisles moaning and leaning on everything.
Once I finally got home, ( yes… I can call it that now, offcially!) M got to work while I crawled to the mattress that was layed on the floor and closed my eyes. Laying down on my side was out of the question, and as uncomfortable as laying down on my back was, that was the only option. That nap was amazing and much needed.
When I opened up the lids, the bedframe was built.. well at least most of it. I definitely forgot to purchase the middle pipe that holds the mattress in place! Another night on the floor!
Day 4: Back to Ikea, the cashier laughs at us, ( M and I ) and tells us everyone always forgets to get that piece. She offers her advice on purchasing the optional wooden planks that hold the matress in place, the metal pipe will just hold the planks. I, thinking I know everything, and being on the tightest budget ever in life, pass on it. If I need it, I’ll come back for it. Anyway, it was optional… metal pipe officially in the car, let’s go!
Hit the highway, middle bullshit streets, back in the new place, metal pipe officially in the bed frame now. M and I wiggle the mattress and place it on the bed frame..Oh boy, what was that for!? The whole matress just drops!
I guess another trip to Ikea is needed for those wooden planks. Fuck.
I spent the rest of that day hitting up discounts, shopping for basic essentials like a broom, mop, cleaning supplies and you guessed it, food. But barely any. Found the strength to assemble by bookcases and made my first bootleg dinner in my new kitchen. Nothing fancy, but a steak and cheese sandwhich did the trick……………..okay okay, I had 3, You caught me!
I have so much work to do, so consider these the before pictures.
Until next time guys, wish me luck!
( A special thank you to G.R. )
Posted on September 8, 2012
Where do I even begin? The beginning is out of the question, so let’s start with the end.
I have been counting down the days, so obsessively . Two weeks to be exact, until I finally move into my new apartment. I couldn’t be more excited!
These past couple of months have taken a toll on me due to some personal problems.
But like always, I overcome these situations and make the best of it.
Ruts aren’t forever.
I have so many ideas for my new space, I can’t wait to show you guys what I come up with.
I’ve always been a nut for interior design and diy crafts, but never had the space to actually show my individuality , so this will definitely be fun while you guys take the journey with me.
On another note , my artwork.. which is the main goal of this site…
The orders of Mini Yous have been a huge hit!
I wanted to thank everyone who has ordered their own or have ordered one for a friend or family member or even a pet!
I’m still taking more orders, so don’t be shy to hit me up.
Also, as for my canvas work… time has had the worst of me. Which is no excuse, but I wanted to take the time to apologize for the delay.
Because of my lack of space and time lately I really haven’t had the chance to paint.
I hope you all understand and I’m re-assuring you all that your orders will be completed.
Sometimes I wish I could just multiply myself and do 5 things at once, but until science proves itself, I’m only one person with many tasks and only two arms.
Lets see, we’ve covered art, my new place…
Love life is still a no, but no worries. Everything has it’s own time naturally. There have been a few flirtation moments, but nothing that has ever passed about 2 seconds. lol
That’s the best equation I could ask for. I know I work hard for it.
Health, still breathing.
Friends, where would I be without them?
I have been truly blessed with people who care about me. Blood couldn’t make us any closer, I swear.
From all our crazy adventures, laughs, advice and support, I must be the luckiest girl to be surrounded by people who truly care about me. And whats better then someone who wants to be with you by choice, no t because they have to.
Also, I’ve been going to a few art shows more than usual.. in case you guys haven’t noticed. There will be many more to come as well. Why not share the talents of others as well. Might just open your eyes a little.
Anyway, enough rambling for now.. until next time.