Saturday, January 19, 2013

All About the Numbers

The problem with my address is that it's not logical.  Without providing the details you're never supposed to put on the internet (and hasn't this week been a bizarre lesson in how deceiving internet relationships can be?!), I can tell you that my address doesn't make sense based on the nearest cross streets.  To make matters worse, my house hasn't ever actually had any address numbers posted.  I'm sure there are emergency concerns like the ability for paramedics to find my house if necessary but my real concern for now is that the pizza delivery guy has a hard time finding my house.  Clearly a situation that needs to be addressed.  (Get it, addressed?)

I started with this idea from Pinterest.  It's cute and it's temporary - no need to drill holes into the brick of my house, which terrified me.  


I never actually got around to painting numbers even though the tutorial made it look pretty easy, because in the process of looking for the number stencils I am sure are somewhere in my craft cabinet, I came across the 2" letter stickers I had left over from my subway art project.  They are really, really sticky so while they may not be as permanent as paint they did at least help.


While the numbers (and yes, I realize there's only one number in these photos...I exercised my not-so-superior photoshop skills to help protect the innocent) are pretty, they're only helpful if you're already standing in front of my house and their usefulness disappears completely at night.  Since pizza is usually delivered after dark, it was time to get serious about the situation.


Dad helped guide me away from the bizarre idea of drilling into the brick wall.  For one thing, numbers tended to just blend into the shadows and textures of the wall.  And for another, I really just didn't want to.  I really like nice address engraved plaques but they're expensive and I never could decide on one even if I wanted to spend that much money.  So instead the target became the white board that runs across the front of the porch.  After months of looking at lovely black numbers sitting on the bench inside my front door, today I finally tackled it with the help of my trusty assistant.


And not to brag about my success, but it turned out perfectly - they're even centered and straight.  Bring on the pizza!


Sunday, January 13, 2013

The Paper Pile Crisis of 2013

I'm organized at heart.  Things like file folders and pen holders have always made me smile.  Yet somehow in the chaos of Real Life, those obsessions have been buried under unopened mail, unstapled tax paperwork and coupons that are never redeemed.  It's the start of a new year so I avoided resolutions and just decided to do something about the mess. 

I'd gone through this process before, with short-lived results.  As soon as I learned how expensive file cabinets are (even IKEA wants $100 for one!), I went into Plan B: baskets.  When I was in my apartment, this system worked...the file folders fit perfectly, the baskets slid in and out of my Expidit bookshelf smoothly, and Organized Beth was happy.  But then time went by, paperwork associated with homeownership avalanched, good couponing intentions continued to go unfulfilled, and soon I had not just this:

But this:


 And this:

It looks harmless enough, but  stacks of paper in front of the light switch - not to mention right next to the flame of my gas stove - are never a good idea.

First I tackled the kitchen mess with a trip to Target.  For $7.99 I got this place to put bills, coupons and pens...and a nice splash of teal to blend with my shades-of-blue breakfast nook.


In addition to removing clutter and fire danger from the kitchen, this wonderful little mail center helped me clean out the paperwork that had cluttered the desk in my office.  That clutter distracts me when I'm trying to write or study Spanish (both on the new year's list of resolutions!) so now I have no excuse not to accomplish my goals.  Except for that whole having a job thing.

Clearly the mail center was no help for file folders, however, so instead I turned to Craigslist where I found an old file cabinet for $5.  The seller was a mile from my house (nice surprise, since usually everything I find on Craigslist is as far across the Phoenix area as possible), the cabinet was as good as you'd expect a $5 treasure to be, and I was optimistic.  Staples failed to acknowledge my Under $5 File Cabinet Policy - I had to pay $10 for the metal inserts that are necessary to hang file folders - but still, even with my less-than-great math skills I know that $15 for a file cabinet is better than $100!

It definitely still needs some love but that makes it more fun.  In the near future I'll prime and spray paint my new friend to cover up the chips and the sticker listing the name and address of a previous owner (from Minnesota - that cabinet's done some traveling!).


And even without a pretty outside, the inside of this baby is gorgeously organized and all ready to help me do my taxes quickly!