All by myself.
Okay, I was waiting for some applause there. A high-five? Evidently you do not understand the significance of this event. I installed a blind by myself. It is a big deal when my girls abandon their phones and just kind of mill around me, passing worried little glances to each other. You'd almost think I'm not known for my expertise in balancing large, heavy items from high, precarious perches. Maybe it's because of how well I do at balancing them while still on the ground? Or light and small items, for that matter. I will say that I don't recommend those office chairs with wheels as step-ladders. While it does work your leg muscles, it's a little stressful. I say to go with a nearby piano bench instead. If you are an genuine handy...um, person? There is always the actual step-ladder option.
I only had to un-screw, re-position and re-screw everything once. I had installation instructions, but they were in Punjabi and I've never quite got the hang of Punjabi.
Okay, fine. I'm sure they were in English, it's just that I didn't read them. I've mentioned my aversion to instructions. A couple of blogs ago? I'd provide you with the link, but I had a quick glance at the tutorial called "how to provide those linky things" and had to breathe into a paper bag for a minute.
Now I'm going to be able to write in my office without having to take a 6 hour break while the sun works its way across the western sky and blazes into the room. Writing is my passion and because of this, I'm very dedicated. I only take breaks every 3 to 5 minutes or so. You know, to stretch...look at instagram, look at Facebook, get a coffee, get something to go with the coffee, etc, but in that 3 to 5 minutes, I am in the zone. So, the 6 hour break was putting a slight dent in my progress.
I have thyroid issues so I am always a couple degrees shy of human icicle. It was suggested that I just sit in this room and write while the sun is blazing on me so I could finally warm up. Oh, I laughed! The non-writer. They just don't understand. What if I get too hot? It might interfere with the zone. It reminded me of other funny tips non-writers have suggested - warm drinks, more sweaters, turning up the heat - ha. I do not have time to be doing all those things, I am a writer, I reminded them (I mentioned the zone). They are so cute with their little (non-writer) suggestions, but I needed a viable solution.
Then it hit me. Get a window-covering.
I know. These earth-shattering revelations...they just kind of come to me. I guess it's a gift? I may write a book about my amazing home-improvement ideas. I mean, I just have so many! Like just the other day, after observing all of the coats and sweatshirts slung over couch arms and sticking out of backpacks, I thought, you know what? A coat rack. Right?? I know. (just let it sink in, don't let the dazzling brilliance overwhelm you). I made it happen. Life has never been the same. Happy coats, happy home. (working title?)
So the blind looks pretty good. The long white bar at the front hides all of the accidental screw holes I made. Obviously that is what it's for. Now it just needs some curtains on either side for aesthetic appeal (less Bob, more Martha). The slats are angled just right, so that it casts a nice bright light - not a blinding one. It was so perfect that I wrote for a record 7 minutes. Then I had to lie down, the muse needed rest. If it were up to me, I'd could have gone full steam for another 3, but I don't like to upset the muse - you know how it is with muses (you may not, if you are a non-writer). They often live in your head, so you have no choice but to go with them.
Next project? The possibilities are endless, but I'm eyeing my desk. It's over 4 years old, so - in Ikea years - waaay past it's prime. There is an eraser stuffed under one of the legs to make it stop wobbling. I feel a tingling of inspiration. I installed a blind, how hard can it be to build a desk?