Of course I don’t have enough boxes, so each van load I have to unpack all the boxes and throw their contents up into the shelves. I started the day being very organized, but as we moved more and more it got a little more chaotic!
It’s amazing how quickly you can fill a space up!
I’ve got ALOT or organizing to do!
Tulle box! Some of Eric’s midday moving humor!
Since my shop is in the middle of a T intersection at a traffic light, there is no way to pull over in front of the store. Eric figured out that our van would *just* fit on the sidewalk. We could only unload through the sliding door though, we made a bit of a spectacle of ourselves. Oh well, life in a small town!
And finally…. the industrials. Upon our super smart friend Tom’s suggestion, Eric made a dolly to put the machines on. So.Much.Easier. than last time!
I like to surround myself with smart handy people! Makes moving a breeze! Heh. Now if only I was rich! I could have paid someone else to do all of this!!
With all the painting done, it was time to tackle the lovely floors. The floor tiles are “vintage” green asbestos squares. Neither one of us really wanted to fool with pulling and probably breaking them up. Cleaning and sealing is definitely the best course of action!
Eric tried all sorts of cleaning solutions. Amonia scrubs, bleach rinses (not at the same time…heh), and just a bunch of elbow grease. Dirt was coming up, but the tiles were still filthy. One of my neighboring shops loaned me stripper call Hurricane. I have no idea whats in it, but when she told me the schools were no longer allowed to use it because of the chemicals, I knew I had found the answer!
Hurricane and water scrubbed onto the floor…….magic! The tiles totally stripped with no problem!
Left side stripped, right side still ookie…
In two days Eric was able to strip the floor, and put two coats of sealer.
Toilet fixed. Check! Hot water heater installed. Check! Call to Town Hall. Check! I now have water service. Whooooo hoooooo! Eric and I scamper down to the basement (yes the scary the Silence of the Lambs one) to turn the water main. But wait… where is it? We look all over that creepy crawly space but find no water cut off.
What does this mean? Could there really be ANOTHER creepy space under this building? Why YES! Yes there is. A few phone calls later, I have in my hand a key that opens the basement area around the back of the building.
This can’t be right? Can it?!
Sigh…. the key fits the rusty old lock……
Ughhhh….. it’s even worse than I expected. Where the hell is that water shut off?! (Eric looks creepy doesn’t he?!)
Eric and I had to take a break today. Between the knots in our necks and all the paint fumes we huffed yesterday, we couldn’t make ourselves paint today. Tiny shop+ poor ventilation+ oil paint= unproductive Sunday. Seriously- I killed more than a few brain cells yesterday!!
For your viewing pleasure, the latest group of random shop pictures….
Whoa! Am I glad I quit smoking. These shelves used to be WHITE! The previous shop owner smoked.What the heck do my lungs look like?!
I really do know how to paint, I promise.
Sooooooo…… This is my basement door. It’s the ONLY ACCESS to the basement. What exactly was someone locking IN the basement. I am worried!
So many shelves!
Really. These shelves are going to rock when they are painted. WHEN THEY ARE PAINTED!
But wait! Why am I painting? I could have just kept this lovely sponge paint job!
Stay tuned for more thrilling updates from She’s So Pretty!