Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Moving week creations

Something about moving always brings out a strange productivity in me. Most people, they move and so they put all the projects on hold. Me? I go to work on all the projects I've been planning for the last, oh, four years.

You already know I [finally] started my wedding album. Yeah, its not done yet - awaiting more mats (coming from California!) so I can finish plotting. And that I made a new chemise. And even that the new chemise wasn't gypsy enough - it didn't match my skirts (none of them! hard to believe when I have, like 6 options). So the new chemise, which is a rather thin (somewhat translucent when backlit) cloth, necessitated an overskirt (to fix the "translucent" thing):

Picked up a neat silver goblet last week, and I figured it'd go well with the outfit, so something to attach it to my belt was in order.
Also, I have a gecko. His name is Edgerton, and he's my baby. He lives in this big glass paradise (aka terrarium) in my living room, and he's coming to Colorado with me. But not in the big glass paradise - it weighs a ton. Bought a nice (small) plastic cage, but needed something to carry it in.

Now the remainder of my productivity for the week will have to be channeled towards packing. Too much packing!

Update, ages late:

How not to be a terrible landlord

*WARNING: Rant ahead*

It is my professional opinion that landlords who decide not to include ANY utilities in the rent (even the ones they get billed for and then have to forward to you) just to make their rent sound better, AND make you pay for and arrange annual furnace cleaning AND make you pay for "minor maintenance" under $75 AND make you pay for up front (then hopefully get reimbursed for) and arrange all other maintenance, all the while making you go back and forth as the middleman between them (the actual decision-maker) and the poor guy who gets stuck doing the work *inhale, don't forget to breathe, girl* are not good landlords. And when they make you paint their bathroom trim just because you were nice enough to rip out their horrid, peeling wallpaper.

Not happy!