Maybe one could become a little critical of my lifestyle in the later days, for being an American living in Vienna with hardly any tourist hours logged.  Why, you may ask, has it come to this?  Answer: my apartment is awesome.  I have poured a lot of time into the acquisition, moving and, in the case of subject of this blog, creating furniture.  I managed to get a 270cm 5-door wardrobe for free (but of course, I had to transport it…)  Earlier this year, I constructed a custom shelf to house some of the various (irregularly-sized) accessories associated with my wonderous projector.  This brought me to acquiring tools, which surprisingly felt like a very significant rite of passage into adulthood.

The design of this shelf is not mine, I took the basic idea from a very nice tutorial I found.  The execution was a little trickier than I thought.  I was obsessed with getting the longest, thickest possible screws.  This was detrimental to the bottom-of-the-line pine i purchased.

This week I finally painted it, a process that took place in my bedroom, next to my bed, with oil-based paints.  I am not sure if I have any brain damage from this, since it seems the subject of brain damage would have trouble knowing his own newfound limitations…but I digress.  I really loved painting it.  Had I known how obsessively I would attend to the edges at which the two colors met, and how much time I would spend on coating, re-coating ant touching up, I might not have started.

But the idea was to accentuate the S-pattern in the front by painting the front trim only orange, and then sort of give a isolated two-tone feel by making each surface hide the other colors from a single glance.  Call it gaudy, over-the-top, ugly or whatever you like, I am past the point of knowing how it fits in the scheme of good taste.