Red Echo

April 8, 2008

I’ve been doing too much recently to have time for writing about it. After working at the Rocket Factory on Saturday, I went home and spent a few hours setting up for a party. We divided the basement up with gauzy curtains in shades of red and purple – dark and rich and really pleasant. The party was a good time with some good friends and lasted until some time after dawn. Michael H. brought his decks and played upstairs.

Sunday was basically all about recovery. I slept for most of the day, helped clean up, then went over to Adam and Janet’s place. I cooked up a simple pasta and we watched the rest of Project Runway season two.

Yesterday I did a whole bunch of sewing. I tightened up the fit on a little stretch knit shirt I made for myself the other day, then fixed the lining on the Jenna vest and finished the other arm-hole. It still needs hemming and buttonholes, but it’s much closer to finished. Then Dawn came over and we did some more work on the lining for her fur coat – we cut apart the old lining and cut out equivalent pieces of the new fabric, then sewed up a few of the seams. After that, pool.

Today was all about carpentry, and my muscles ache. Adam had to work so I decided I’d just build whatever I could manage solo. I hung all the remaining floor joists, then framed the passage between the floors. This was all I’d originally intended to accomplish, but once I’d gotten that far I just couldn’t stop, and got to work on the ladder. I built the upper part of the ladder and the halfway-platform that will double as a storage area. At this point I was aching and hungry, and had used up most of the remaining scrap wood, so I decided to leave the rest for later. The lower part of the ladder will have a cool hinge mechanism to provide access to the storage area. It shouldn’t be more than half a day’s work for Adam and I to finish the floor and move all the storables out of the main work area.

Tonight I’m going to have dinner with my housemates – delivery from India Express, I think, since we are all too tired to cook.