they built to last in the 70s: furniture destruction party!

Wax and I started trying to take apart this 30-year-old sofa that we need to get rid of, yesterday, because at its full size, it's too big for the two of us to carry, well, anywhere. But that turned out to be even more of a bitch than we realised because this grody old sofa was BUILT TO LAST.



Even the board that supports the seat cushions is framed in solid wood 1x4s with carpenter's joints and bracing pieces and an entire framework of metal with springs woven between it, and the metal actually threaded into the wood. The only way to take it apart would have involved an axe or a saw!

( Adventures in Furniture Destruction - with pictures of the grody sofa! )

Horrifyingness: 10/10

I have now discovered (and read most of, worse) another badfic of which the claim "At least it's not child rape" cannot be made.


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rutig o randig - red patterned kitchen chairs

Seat covers are striped and checked cotton dishtowels from Casa Stockmann

I finished reupholstering the kitchen chairs last week. But I had this funny conversation about it when I tried to tell my mother-outlaw:

Cim: Jag var just och satt nya - er, uh - tapetter på köksstolarna.
Wax's mom: ...Var?
Cim: På köksstolarna?
Wax's mom: Uh... okeeeeeeeeeeej.
[ § § § ]
Cim: Hey, does 'tapetter' mean upholstery?
Wax: No, it means wallpaper.
Cim: Um... oops. The other day I accidentally told your mom I was putting new wallpaper on the kitchen chairs. No wonder she seemed confused...
Wax: What'd she say?
Cim: She asked me to repeat myself but then I did and she was just like 'okaaaayyyy...'
Wax: Knowing you, she probably thought you were using wallpaper.
Cim: How do you say upholstery, anyway?
Wax: Just cloth, I guess, but 'tapisserare' is an upholsterer.

mental health (LIFE!) status: +++

Life's funny, you know? Here I am in Finland. Sometimes the... existential overwhelmingness of cumulative choices and coincidences and that path turning out to lead here just gets to me. The entropy of the universe and the fact that a coin always has the same chance of coming up heads no matter how many times you toss it (or how many times it comes up that way in a row) (unless it's a trick coin) is amazing. Why any choice you might make? Why not?

Hm... I think my psychiatric medication has definitely been working. Like, better. In a way that nothing has worked for me since Paxil - paroxetene, that's it, I couldn't remember the name when I was talking to Dr. Steve the other day and he didn't know what 'Paxil' was. This seems like a change of subject, except that when medication successfully tamps down my depression and my social anxiety, I thrive on human contact and have a sunny disposition, and an energetic and creative one, keen to take on all kinds of projects and fix things and make things, and I'm aware that that's my true nature, underneath, but in the past couple of years I've rarely been able to entirely reach the outlook that first paragraph presents.

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