every spring in atlanta, when the pollen descends from the trees and into our lives, we are ostracized from our screened in porch during the time of year when it would be most enjoyable. so this year, we took matters into our own hands and (desperately) tried to keep the effing pollen out of our porch. behold!
we bought a $10 roll of clear poly (not quite clear, as you can see) and stapled all the way around our porch to create a barrier against the pollen. we also used masking tape to keep the seams sealed. and you know what? so far so good! I think this keeps the pollen at bay!
though, we do not exactly enjoy the porch while it is dressed up as one of dexter’s victims, and it is creepy as hell to sit at the table and eat dinner while surrounded by plastic. but at least we won’t have to clean up the pollen before we can use the porch again.
and we look super classy, our neighbors are not skeeved out at all.
though after we had done this, we realized we could have just removed all of the cushion before the pollen came, and then rinsed the pollen away once it was done. oh well.
some other things we’ve done around the house in the name of spring and general getting stuff done-ness:
i bought this mirror a few months ago at goodwill. it was bright gold. and hubs took one look at it and declared that it was “the penis mirror”. and i showed it to my sisters, and they may have agreed with him. but that didn’t keep me from painting it blue and hanging it in our upstairs hallway.
[those are my painting clothes, I promise I don’t go out in public wearing soccer shorts. also, full disclosure, I have never played soccer.]
the print is new and by an artist named elizabeth mayville. I found it on etsy and I am obsessed. the table is a homegoods find, and now that I look at it, I feel like it’s super off-white and needs to be painted…maybe next year.
and YES that is a futon in the next room don’t judge me!
one last major crazy thing I took care of on sunday night was painting our stairwell! it is, mmmmm, 95% done? but the last 5% is going to be the WORST. uggggghhhhhhh.
i’m sorry the light is so bad but hubs turned off the lights downstairs right as i took this picture.
painting the stairwell finally connects the downstairs, which has been painted since before we moved in 2.5 years ago, and the upstairs hallway that I painted recently. except, you know, now I have to figure out how to finish it without getting paint on the ceiling. because I have NO IDEA what color paint goes on the ceiling in our house, so i have nothing to touch it up with. god help us.
i will say that painting with an extender pole filled me with so much glee. to be able to reach a point on the wall that was 3 times my height was strangely exhilirating. okay so hubs may have done the VERY tippy top of the wall, but 90% of the 95% of the stairwell was done by yours truly.
throughout these home improvement endeavors, buster has continued to have no physical boundaries whatsoever. he also needs a haircut so very badly.
finally, i cannot conclude this post without showing you the most amazing thing that happened at an irish pub this weekend. my good friend (we will call her melamine) looked into her beer and saw someone winking back at her.
most people see jesus in their food. we get creepy smiley faces. sounds about right.