main site
latest twittering
last fm playlist


 
blogroll

  
< # Blogging Brits ? >
< # Girls Blog UK ? >
< # Redhead Blogs ? >
< # Verbosity ? >

   
fads
latest del.icio.us

badges
Click here to find out why.
Powered by Blogger
Weblog Commenting by HaloScan.com
Listed on Blogwise
atom feed

Subscribe with Bloglines
Get Firefox!
The British Bloggers Directory.
 View My Public Stats on MyBlogLog.com


  

Things to make and do

It took me several weeks to plan and organise, then three weekends of work to do it, but I've revamped my attic workspace.

Before and after:
Old workspace Finished workspace
I still need to put all my books back on the actual shelves, clean and put down the rugs, and get more magnets so I can put more things on the wall, but I'm pleased.

The desk really triggered the whole thing. My old desk (barely visible) cost £35 from PC World or some similar chain in 1996. It was MDF with a flimsy black veneer and, within two years, the cupboard space on the left was being held up by the PC tower and the drawers on the right were held up with my first year notes from uni. The problem, even as I looked for a better one, is that to get into my attic furniture needs to be flat-packed or able to be disassembled. It's just not possible to get a solid desk up two flights of narrow stairs which turn through 180 degrees four times. Every modern flatpack desk I saw, I loathed as they lacked soul. Every old desk I saw was solid.

Then I spotted an old oak leather-topped desk in the PDSA charity shop near my house. Everyone was looking at it, but dismissing it because there were rips in the bottom of one drawer and sellotape covering the crossbar. I looked. I tried lifting a corner and realised the top part came off, leaving two pedestals of drawers. At £35 including delivery, I decided it was worth the TLC required.

Here it is in the garden as I fixed it up:
Garden Office
Initially, I considered sanding it down and painting it but I decided I liked the scruffiness of the ink stains and worn black handles. I protected the old leather top with newspaper, sanded down the rough bits on the surface, scraped off the old sellotape and sanded down the rough edges of the cross bar, revarnished the top and used olive oil to repair a minor scratch to the leather. The middle drawer has been temporarily repaired using mounting card and superglue. At some point I'll find some balsa wood and do a proper job on it.

Knowing I had a new desk to get upstairs, and knowing that would be quite disruptive, I decided the time had come to sort out the rest of the workspace.

Not least the minor worry about the ceiling. One of the joys of a listed house is that it tends to list. Given this was originally a farm worker's cottage, and is as vernacular as architecture can get, I have never expected to have any straight lines. However one ceiling panel in the attic had bowed, cracking the paint and plaster around it and leaving a thin gap between the ceiling and the wall. I rather nervously hit it with a hammer and discovered - to my relief - that the board was sound, just bent. So I pulled away all the loose paint and plaster, used an old piece of quarter-circle dowling to push the panel back up on the wall and trusted to polyfilla to fix the rest and reseal the wall/ceiling joint. Well, polyfilla and some great plaster board tape which is like netting. Looking at the before photos, I'm slightly surprised by how bad it actually looked.

The existing shelves, bowing under the weight of the books, were made from MDF recovered from a skip in 1994, along with some bricks liberated from a building site around the same time. They've done a sterling job over the last decade but the time had come to get something a little more grown-up. Having realised that IKEA now deliver in the UK, I picked some heavy dark wood shelves called Markör which would fit A4 folders as well as books and got a delivery date just before the last bank holiday. Thus setting the timescale for all the work.

At the Open House London day last year, the chap and I visited RIBA to see their mix of retro and modern. We ended up having a long and interesting conversation with an architecture student in a library workspace they have. One thing that wowed me was their magnetic wall. This is done using a primer paint with ferrous material suspended in it. You then paint over with whatever colour you want. And use magnets to hold everything to the wall. Given that I always use the wall behind my desk as an ideas/inspiration space, I loved the notion of making it magnetic. No blu tack marks, no pin holes damaging the plaster. I got the magnetic paint from Shaw Magnets via Rapid Electronics, which was the best value (a full litre for under £30, compared to £35 for 900ml for a different brand). And it works!

Unlike my wifi router, which had become increasingly unreliable. As the PC had to come down to the lounge whilst I was renovating, I took the opportunity to send the wifi router off to Belkin under warranty and use a CAT5 for a couple of weeks. Yesterday, I cycled over to the courier depot to collect the new router and today I brought the desk contents and the chair back upstairs.

The chair was made over a few nights ago. I'd got it from my old office and Moosifer Jones used to love sitting on it. And dribbling. Look closely at the photo of the old workspace and you can see the stain on the rather drab grey wool. I'd bought the fabric back in the winter from the Exeter Fabric Centre knowing it would be for this chair. Initially, I planned a full rebuild, then I considered using drawstrings to keep the new covers loosely in place. Finally, I discovered I could use an old set of blunted scissors as a bradle and tightly force the material in the gap between the cushions and the back. Not perfect, but workable. With the scraps, I made a little matching cushion for Sébastian and put it in one of the spaces on the new shelves. We'll see if he takes to it.

So, there it all is. There are minor other things to do (not least repainting the rest of the attic, and updating the lights) but I'm pretty pleased with how it's turned out. Especially at a total cost of around £230. I'm sitting at my new old desk, on my elderly but snazzy chair, looking out over the gardens of the neighbourhood and I'm glad I took the time to do all the work.

Workspace with notes

Labels: , ,

--
Posted @ 12:46 pm on Sunday, June 01, 2008
| | #

Have you tired turning it off and on again?

I'm in the midst of finally turning my attic space from a spare room with office set-up to a proper workspace with sleeping facilities. Over the decade since I moved in, success unclutterings of downstairs and the bedroom have left the attic laden with lots of boxes, a sagging bit of ceiling panel and the shelves I found in a skip 15 years ago. Next weekend is a long one, so I'm planning to refit the difficult end of the room (the bit with the sagging panel), but I'll still need my PC. So this morning has been spent shoving sofas around downstairs and setting up the PC in the corner on the new desk.

All went well till the final stage. I successfully moved sofas without finding extra kills under them. I got the PC downstairs and didn't drop the heavy monitor. I disconnected the wifi bits as the temporary workspace is about 2m from the network router box and I've a CAT5 that will reach. I connected everything up...and got 'local connection only' on the network connection. A call to a 25p/min helpline produced the following answer: switch the router off and back on again. And it works!

The IT crowd were right.

Labels: ,

--
Posted @ 12:17 pm on Sunday, May 18, 2008
| | #

Brrrrr

Frosty crocosmia seed pods

Last night, the temperature in Devon fell to -5C (that's 23F for the colonials). Naturally, it was yesterday that I managed to forget my keys and found myself locked out of my house come the evening.

That's OK, I think. C has a spare key. Except she's in London. As is the chap with his key. I sort it so that I can crash on a friend's sofa (her 5 year old girl's primary concern on hearing I was locked out in sub-zero temperatures was who would feed Sébastian). The chap smartly points out that the catsitter company has a key. So I call and leave a voice mail. The woman gets back to me and gives me a long set of instructions on how to find her flat. Given all I memorised was "well lit, past kalendar klub then a car hire place, big arch, double garage" and her flat number, it was pretty easy to find. It turns out she cycles everywhere, hence giving me instructions which make sense for pedestrians/cyclists.

In total, it was only two hours from realising I'd locked myself out to regaining access to my house. But two hours in sub zero temperature.

Still, it means I got some good frost-rimmed photos in the garden this morning.

Labels:

--
Posted @ 10:25 am on Saturday, November 24, 2007
| | #

Radio Tweet

I'm trying to unclutter the attic, which is a somewhat epic task. There are boxes up here which have yet to be fully unpacked even though I moved in eleven years ago. The starting point was the realisation that, with two PC corpses littering the place (their respective monitors having thrown themselves onto the funeral pyre as well), there was just no room any more. I did try to offload the dead PCs on freecycle but it seems to be full of time-wasting idiots who say they want it then never get back in touch to arrange collection. So Carrie and I took them to the council tip this morning. The HDDs are missing, naturally, but it means I have more space.

Digging into one corner, I found boxes containing stuff that really should have gone years back...

Studio radio This is my first radio cassette player. I got this second hand for £1. When I left home, it came with me before winding up in my studio space at art college. You can probably tell that from the paint job. Sadly, it gave up working years back, what with the aerial coming off, then the function button no longer locking into place. Now I have a digital camera and therefore don't feel foolish wasting film on it, I'm taking the photos and junking the radio.

20th anniversary posterThis was on my wall when I was a teenager and doubtless contributed to my love of Tegan/Turlough fanfic. Pedants muttering about the Doctor's trousers in the new Children in Need thingy, can take note. Original costume there, boys. This is not going in the junk pile, but has already been carefully folded back up and filed with the Doctor Who annuals.

Labels: , ,

--
Posted @ 1:56 pm on Sunday, October 28, 2007
| | #

Exeter Goes Pop!

Ages ago I made these cushions for the new sofa using some Liberty print wipeable fabric. Today I was giving the bathroom the same sort of minor (and, more importantly, free) revamp that the bedroom got in January. I'd intended just to clean the place thoroughly but ended up putting up some shelves that I'd taken out of the room five years earlier but hadn't got around to putting up elsewhere. They're in a new place, and have new functions but still... I also recovered the bathroom stool:
Bathroom stool

In amidst the two bins of stuff I cleared out of the room - mainly expired medicines and long forgotten cosmetics - I also found the little booklet which was given out at The Living Room on 11th April 1997.

In the future the Living Room would like to see several things happen. In no particular order these may be:
More nail polish, particularly on male fingers. (Nails obviously, not fingers themselves).
More requests for Country & Western music.
Hats of all descriptions being worn at all times.
The 'Whizz Bang' and the 'California Lemonade' being the drinks of choice.
Belle & Sebastian being warmly embraced in the hearts of all lovers in the world.
The word 'winsome' being used as often as possible.

This manifesto was from Alistair (of Tangents, Plan B etc). I loved the Living Room whilst it ran. We ate little cakes and enjoyed pop of fine quality. Wonderfully, A is back on the decks with a new night in Exeter: Exeter Goes Pop!. I had to miss the first one but the next is on 14th March.

I shall, possibly, wear a winsome hat.

Labels: , ,

--
Posted @ 4:08 pm on Sunday, February 18, 2007
| | #

We haven't finished with you yet

I have NO MONEY.

This is not true. I have heaps of money. Well, not heaps. Not enough for dragons to nest on, anyway, which is my kind of definition of heaps. But it is all owed to the builders, or going on boring things like bills and food for the month. So I am doing that well-known trick of people who are a) hard up, b) trying to diet, or c) both. I am taking a packed lunch to work. I hauled out my lunchbox last week and started to use it again. It's a relatively tasteful silver and black number, which carries a sandwich, a yoghurt and a small box of nuts/fruit. It can fit a banana, if the banana is the right shape. And, yes, it is a kids' lunchbox. I could either use a bigger handbag and cram it with ugly tupperware, or swing this as I walk to work. Which is cuter/stupider (del as applicable). I always meant to customise it, but could never decide what with, untill...



I remembered I had a Pipettes sticker from one of their gigs in the summer.

I think I maybe need to use a varnish spray on it to protect it a bit...

Sheer boredom induced by lack of good TV and lack of funds also caused me to get all homebuildery yesterday. I took apart an elderly orange velvet curtain which had been made of two lengths sewn together, cut it to size, hemmed it and hung it in my still surprisingly tidy room. If I get enthusiastic tonight, I'm going to use the offcut to make a cushion for the bedroom chair, as that is the only bit still in a blue/green scheme instead of red/orange. (It's true, all women do become their mothers: all that make do and mend as a kid clearly left an impact.)

***

Some new mp3 blogs I am trying out, plus some recs of old favourites:
Another Form of Relief has a top 49 of 2006
I Guess I'm Floating, new to me
I Rock Cleveland, also new.
Skatterbrain is a fabulous as ever (but when will they release the fall/winter 06 mix as a zip?)
Spiked Candy, c'est ci bon!
The Torture Garden, no relation to the BDSM club of the same name (unless BDSM clubs are big on belle & Sebastian?)
Mod-ified Music, still bringing that 60s asian pop

Labels: , ,

--
Posted @ 7:52 pm on Monday, January 08, 2007
| | #

Counting Down

I love the countdown on the BBC's Doctor Who page. Never mind the presents at Who minus 9, or the kitchen hackery required to make the meal at Who minus 5. What really matters is how many hours until David Tennant appears and a thousand fangirls sigh and whisper "don't cry, emo Time Lord".

The military campaign for the festivities continues. As with land wars in Russia, a lot of it concerns the food supply. I'm off to do the last shopping down here, although I have checked when the local good off-license closes on the 24th (9pm). A bit of me thinks "what if the shops don't have two pots of double-cream?" before remembering that I am going to be in London for a couple of days and it's quite possible to buy some bits to bring back with us. A bit of me skitters when I think about the journey back down on the 24th, mostly due to news stories about fog closing the airports and trains filling up till people are travelling on the roof, Asian style. I'm surprised no one has done a variation on the old "Fog in Channel; Continent cut off" headline.

Today I just tried using a theory I read in the Guardian a few weeks back: a theory with the unfortunate name of lifehacking. Rather than setting a timer, I just told myself that the kitchen would be clean and tidy by 9am. Amazingly, it was and I even had five minutes spare to sit with the recipe books thinking things like "1lb 1oz of chocolate? That's just freakish...".

I doubt I'll blog again until Boxing Day, so season's greetings and all that.

Labels: ,

--
Posted @ 9:34 am on Friday, December 22, 2006
| | #

Never Start a Land War in Russia

Yesterday the boarding came down and the secondary glazing went back up, giving me back my bedroom. The outside is looking so smart that I now have a dreadful urge to revamp the inside. Luckily, the bedroom is the room where all the furniture is already optmally placed, the walls are bare white, etc. So what the room is going to get instead is the kind of spring clean even Victorians may have blanched at. This isn't complex but does require planning: there's no point mopping the floor before cleaning the fireplace, for example.

Like most writers I know, I have a love of A3 sketchpads. Normally, these are used for working out plots, which much scribbling of snippets and arrows connecting them. And arrows to question marks ('but why..?', 'and then what?' or 'damn there's a character missing'). This year, to save me from tears, I'm using it to militarily plan things. There's a page with everything that needs doing and the last date to do it on, the back of which contains today's schedule for cleaning.

There's another page which is just the food shopping list (got the breadcrumbs for the nut loaf today and ordered some bread from the local bakers for next week). I'm going to try to bake several different things, possibly up to wafer thin sweet potato crisps, and not overbuy junk in a blind panic. I'd rather have some very nice things than half a dozen tubes of Pringles. So the list is on the kitchen table and is being added to each time I think of another thing.

I'm mildly worried about my sudden trad leanings this year: I was giving idle thoughts to making some stockings last night which may have just been the result of drinking too much rosé wine to celebrate the builders' finishing. I'm going to blame the chap. Not that he's trad. We're both atheists for starters so technically shouldn't be having any kind of mid-winter celebration. I think it's just I want to make the whole chaotic mess of a holiday - when the UK pretty much shuts down from the 21st to the 3rd of January - sparkly and fun. Fun that requires the kind of military planning Napoleon would consider excessive. Maybe I should buy Risk?

Labels:

--
Posted @ 9:50 am on Saturday, December 16, 2006
| | #

Unwrapping a house

The scaffold came down. There still needs to be work done to finish off, but the main work is done:

nearly done | before

Looks like they even fixed the wonky slate above the window.
Note my sneaky use of light to make the new version look warmer than the old one. I watch too much House Doctor on five. Sadly, that is not a crossover show in which Greg House and the Doctor snarl and grr at each other. Because that would be cool. The Doctor could keep calling him Bertie or George in order to wind him up...

You may recall I was going for this colour:
I want that colour
It's not an exact match, but it is thankfully non-dairy, given my fear of ending up ice-cream pink, like this:
Sailors' Almhouses, Bristol
I also suspect that if I take a photo in summer, the colour will closer again. Also, six months of traffic fumes should make it darker again.

Although I am amused that the green of my lefthand neighbours and the yellow of my righthand neighbours, combined with the lilac of me, means the terrace matches the background colours of my website.

Hopefully, the board in the top window will go tomorrow and I shall spend the weekend cleaning and reordering my bedroom.

--

In the meantime, I have become obsessed with reading design*sponge, a blog collecting lovely designs from around the globe. I am resisting the urge to buy things for myself right now: all I seem to find in the shops are ideal things for me and common sense suggests waiting for the January sales. So meadering through her recommendations is a safe way of window shopping without the urge to instantly buy that having the actual objects in front of you brings.

Labels: ,

--
Posted @ 4:57 pm on Thursday, December 14, 2006
| | #

The Festering Season

am having one of those lives at the moment, due to the run up to the festering season .... Also decorating. Also impending guests. Also impending Druidic invasion at the weekend. Also novel to finish. Also Also....we've all been there.

This has led to a lot of attempted organisation, which has then been sabotaged by yours truly...
Liz Williams

Yes, we have all been there. I'm residing there right now. And I like the idea of it as the 'festering' season - implying all the petty annoyances which build up to ensure everyone sits about sulking for two days.

The rennovations are at last showing signs of progress as, touch wood, the weather is mysteriously dry in Devon whilst the rest of the country appears to be about to sink, if the flood warnings are to be believed. However, the scaffold is braced through the window of my bedroom. So not only have I moved my Who collection out, but I have moved myself out. The window is boarded up, but there's a foul-smelling breeze coming through the scaffold poles and the one night I tried sleeping in there I managed about two hours in bursts of fifteen minutes or less and spent the rest of the entire day violently - and I do mean violently - ill.

At the moment I am sleeping on the sofa bed in the lounge. This is a sort of civilised variation of the first few months in the place, when I slept first on a mattress 'borrowed' from my old rented flat and then on a futon which had to be turned back into a sofa every morning as it was my only bit of furniture. In some ways it is quite cosy and fun, but knowing that when I do get up I shall have to transform the bed back into a sofa* makes me very depressed each morning and I skulk in bed as long as possible. For the first time ever this weekend, the chap was up and about before me because I was wallowing.

G is meant to be down for the holiday, although maybe not, which means work needs to be done and the various rooms restored to their correct uses before the 21st. Because I'm off to London on the 22nd for the Pipettes' Xmas party on the 23rd, then the chap and I are zooming back on the last fast train out of Paddington on Christmas Eve. Which means I need all the food for the festive season in the house before I go away.

But right now I need to finish shopping for various siblings whose presents go in the post, organise various other family things, meet up with various friends, book the train back to London for New Year, get my hair cut, worry if the paint is going to be the right colour...argh. I am doing the classic thing of writing lists that I promptly lose and mis-prioritising tasks. I should get out the coloured pencils and do a full revision timetable (one that would then need revising due to having taken so much time drawing it up to start with...)

Oh, and I need to do my taxes.

*worst transformer toy ever. It's not even a robot in disguise.

Labels: ,

--
Posted @ 8:20 am on Wednesday, December 13, 2006
| | #

All Things Must Pass

Sébastian's new kill count:

  • Rodents:
    Mice - 22
    Voles - 5 6
  • Birds:
    Sparrows - 4
    Dunnocks - 1
    Uncertain - 2
  • Other:
    Frogs - 1
    Unidentifiable remains - 2

--
Work starts on my house next weekend, rennovating the front. This will involve scaffold and boarded up windows and general nervousness. Hopefully, the scoffold will only be up for a week - please send us dry weather! At the moment, however, it mostly involves me trying to get the builder to use the right colour paint. At present the house is a dirty blue - like faded cornflowers - with white woodwork in need of some serious attention and a unvarnished wooden door (I use linseed oil instead as vanish just cracks in no time but linseed on hardwood protects it without lokking scruffy). As the house is Grade II listed, the woodwork has to be done properly and the colour of the wall has to suit. Years ago I spoke to the local council's listings officer and was told I can change the colour but mustn't change the tone. And I must blend with the neighbouring cottages in the terrace since the whole row is listed. I never liked the blue. My neighbours on one side are cob and therefore the sort of odd yellow colour you get with the stuff you use on cob. My other neightbours changed from the same blue I had to a pale pistachio green which has now darkened. I spent years trying to find the right colour. I didn't want yellow and the standard dark red is too tonally different. Then, finally, I saw this place:
I want that colour
Exactly right! So now I have to convince the builder to please use a particular shade instead of the standard masonry paint colours. Whatever you do, do not try using the Dulux website. Even on a fast connection, I had page load times of up to a minute (possibly it is lovely under IE but FF is surely big enough now that corporate sites know they should be good under it?). Even when you find a colour you like, it doesn't tell you if it is available as masonry paint. Grrrr!!! I've eventually found some samples, phoned to check availability and now just need to send it to the builder going "er, please?".

I must remember to take before, during and after photos.

This weekend I'm tidying the attic and making it useable as a spare room so that if my front-facing bedroom gets chilly due to the window frame being half out or something, I can sleep up here. Next weekend I'm moving all my Doctor Who books (that's an entire set of Target novelisations, an entire set of New Adventures, most of the Missing Adventures, an entire set of the Eighth Doctor Adventures, many of the Past Doctor Adventures, all the old script books, all the 'lost season' books, all the Companion books, most of the annuals, etc) into boxes in the attic as they are currently in shelves running along the front wall of bedroom. I started getting visions of a drill going through the wall and mashing up Fury from the Deep. And how I would explain it to the insurers.

Labels: , ,

--
Posted @ 10:34 am on Saturday, November 25, 2006
| | #

Finally...

For about two years I have been muttering darkly about the recycling collection service in Exeter. Not the service itself, and especially not that silly season story about the woman the council took to court (especially as recycling has improved dramatically since the case), but about the complexity of the collection dates.

Once a year the Council send out a leaflet informing you of the black (non-recyclable waste) and green (recycling from home) dates, and these are collected on the same day (Monday for me). In our street it's done at 6am because any time later and it would be blocking one of the main roads into town. So far, so simple. If you're not sure which week it is, you can look at what the neighbours are putting out on a Sunday night and get back in synch. But the white* (garden waste) recycling is on a different day, at a different time and - this is the good bit - not necessarily on the same week as the green. The quarterly council newsletter always said "if you are on scheme A for normal collection then..." which naturally assumed you still had your leaflet and could work out which scheme you were on. The website only offered the leaflet in PDF form. I complained more than once, asking how bloody difficult would it be to create a form online? I don't give a stuff for all the damn festivals the council organises, I'd prefer the money to be spent on basic services for all residents.

Today I'm planning to do my big garden clean up for winter. I bought my white biogradable sacks and decided to give the website a last go. Hurrah! You can now type in your postcode and be told when your next black, green and white collections are! There, Exeter City Council, was that so hard? You've given me the information I required about your services quickly and without me needing to phone up someone and waste ten minutes whilst they work it out. That's real accessiblity and openness. It also tells me there is no point doing the garden today, as the collection isn't till the 25th and the biogradeable sacks tend to, er, degrade, if left outdoors in the rain.

*residents who can have wheelie bins get to have a brown wheelie for garden waste but I only get the sacks.

***

In other news: I have mild RSI in my right hand. I think it's mostly due to using a wheelie mouse.

Labels: , ,

--
Posted @ 11:44 am on Sunday, October 15, 2006
| | #