02.03.09
Posted in Work in Progress, The Log House at 10:17 am by Deb
I'm tempted to build the log house model in 1/2 scale (1:24) to save space. I just spent some time digging around on the supplier's sites I've used in the past, and there's quite a bit more 1/2 scale stuff available now, but still not as much as 1″ scale.
The question is, do I want to build a model house that's going to be more than 4 feet wide when it's done? Where the HELL will I put it?? I like 1 inch scale because there's so much more stuff available, and usually with much more detail, not to mention I've never attempted to make figures that small. But 50 inches–that's bordering on obnoxious. That, and there's only so much room in my studio.
I think Half Scale it will be. Not only will it be cheaper for some supplies, it will challenge me to make a lot of my own accessories.
Now to get my materials list together for Aztec.
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Posted in Murphy's Law at 9:56 am by Deb
Most of the people I work with are very gracious in helping me keep the website updated and correct, but a few of them are Murphy's minions. There's one obnoxious individual in particular Ol' Murph likes to send stomping into my office with that "nah nah nah NAH nah, I found something you screwed up" attitude. This person came huffing into my office this morning with a "you better fix this quick or there'll be hell-to-pay" 'tude, gleefully pointing out a password that didn't work. "See, type it in and look what happens," he said smugly.
I very politely typed it in and VOILA, it went right through. Said person had been entering it in all lower case, and huffed back out of my office without a word…*snork*
Gotcha, Murph. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
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02.02.09
Posted in Work in Progress, Rants & Laments, The Log House at 12:28 pm by Deb
We bought our little dump of a farm with the plan to fix up, clean up and spiff up everything except the house, which needs to be demolished. We figured we'd save for a couple of years, then tear down the miserable old dump and put up a nice new log home.
Ain't it nice to dream? That was 9 years ago, and we're still living in the moldy old hillbilly's garage-turned-house, and watching it fall apart around us.
We spent a lot of years and money getting rid of all the junk, burning old stickerbushes and debris, putting up fence, tearing up and re-seeding pastures and hayfields. Then we got a wild hair up our butts and financed a couple of motorcycles. Had to get a new car. Then a new truck. Ran up some credit card debt. Got laid off a few times. Paid a lot of property taxes. Then the economy went in the shitter, and we've watched our retirement savings disappear, and I'm now working a job that pays less than I made 15 years ago. And so goes the American Dream.
The only thing we as Americans are guaranteed are life, liberty and the PURSUIT of happiness.
It's nice to want. And people in HELL want ice water, too.
9 years later, and we can't afford to build a log shit-house. We can't even afford a cheap modular home, you know the kind they bring in on trucks and put together on site? Even if we tore down the old place ourselves, we'd have to replace the old trailer so we'd have something to live in, and I don't think we could even do that at the moment.
Wah Wah Wah. I came here all sad and bummed out, and I was going to title this rant "letting go of the dream." Told myself that Mom wanted to remodel her kitchen for the past 40 years, and ended up having to sell the house last summer to someone who probably will.
Well FUCK IT. I'm not letting go, dammit. To hell with this economy, and my tiny paycheck. I'm not going to sit around feeling sorry for myself, grieving for lost dreams. Somehow, some way, I can make this happen. I need to just quit crunching numbers (all that does is bring me down), and believe in it.
BELIEVE.
I just fired off an email to Kuhns Bros Log Homes requesting simplified blue prints to the house I want, and I'm going to build a miniature of it. I'm going to pour my creative energy into building that house, and the real house will come. Some how, some way, the means will come to us…and this will happen. Ask. Believe. Receive. This is the wisdom of The Secret.
It's worked before in my life. I just have to believe.
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