Costs? These materials are easily found roadside or elsewhere. The blocks have chunks missing or are uneven, so a matchbook or folded cardboard helps level out the wobble for the weather-soaked grey plank.
Also a lot of construction sites are kind enough to leave a pile of free construction materials somewhere on the site, like they are saying, “we have extra so help yourself! 😁” I try to only help myself at night, because I’m considerate enough to avoid getting in the way of the actual construction.
You should get rid of things with a “modicum” (tiny amount) of useful value. Your space and mental energy is used up just having it there.
You have to keep track of it or it’s not useful at all. That takes energy that you could use for something else. Restfully relaxing in a clean room is worth a lot.
I too create my own furniture out of mostly-empty pizza boxes
(kinda-related story time: I used to live in an apartment with 4 other gay furries [the sitcom writes itself] and we very often ordered in from dominos. Like so much so our delivery guy seemed to take a genuine interest in how we are doing. But after I spent a day making the kitchen spotless, and the next day it looked as awful as before I touched it, I stopped giving a shit. Of many factors, it was silently decided that the one taking out the trash was the one who lost the game of jenga with the garbage. So skill and precision were needed whenever you were adding to the stack that was as high as an adult (or more), as the actual garbage bin for the apartment complex was like 500 feet away and 4 stories below us. Multiple trips were necessary, even if you bothered to use trash bags to simplify the excursion. I wish I’d have taken photos, this was a challenge where boys became men.)
Clearly it is a young man’s place. A more mature man would have a second hand recliner and a bottle of alcohol to wash down the bitter taste of divorce.
The recliner would be ugly as hell (I still have a second hand one from years ago) but so comfortable that it would suck the soul out of you if you laid down in it too long.
I am a man, and I see many problems with this:
A couch? A coffee table? OK, King Louis XIV. The rest of us will make do with a floor gaming chair.
I’m not sure you realize how much heavy lifting I’m making the quotations around “coffee table” do.
Two cinder blocks and a rough sawn plank.
That’ll do.
I think you underestimate how much construction materials cost. Ikea is cheaper.
Costs? These materials are easily found roadside or elsewhere. The blocks have chunks missing or are uneven, so a matchbook or folded cardboard helps level out the wobble for the weather-soaked grey plank.
I know as I’ve done just that.
Also a lot of construction sites are kind enough to leave a pile of free construction materials somewhere on the site, like they are saying, “we have extra so help yourself! 😁” I try to only help myself at night, because I’m considerate enough to avoid getting in the way of the actual construction.
Ikea furniture is easily found roadside too…
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You should get rid of things with a “modicum” (tiny amount) of useful value. Your space and mental energy is used up just having it there.
You have to keep track of it or it’s not useful at all. That takes energy that you could use for something else. Restfully relaxing in a clean room is worth a lot.
In my first apartment I did that with stolen milk crates and found planks.
I too create my own furniture out of mostly-empty pizza boxes
(kinda-related story time: I used to live in an apartment with 4 other gay furries [the sitcom writes itself] and we very often ordered in from dominos. Like so much so our delivery guy seemed to take a genuine interest in how we are doing. But after I spent a day making the kitchen spotless, and the next day it looked as awful as before I touched it, I stopped giving a shit. Of many factors, it was silently decided that the one taking out the trash was the one who lost the game of jenga with the garbage. So skill and precision were needed whenever you were adding to the stack that was as high as an adult (or more), as the actual garbage bin for the apartment complex was like 500 feet away and 4 stories below us. Multiple trips were necessary, even if you bothered to use trash bags to simplify the excursion. I wish I’d have taken photos, this was a challenge where boys became men.)
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Ehh but they’ve got a wavebird, so you know they’re already ballin.
Or they were very specific for their birthday request
Neah, get some milk crates and a used futon!
NO! Never a used futon. I once got a used futon. It had stains on it. After a while, I was told what the stains were.
“Evidence”
Yes, this looks like back pain.
Clearly it is a young man’s place. A more mature man would have a second hand recliner and a bottle of alcohol to wash down the bitter taste of divorce.
The recliner would be ugly as hell (I still have a second hand one from years ago) but so comfortable that it would suck the soul out of you if you laid down in it too long.
And there’s bourbon in the chocolate milk.
Just some plastic chair, table and pillows would be enough
Yeah, this is more like what would be acceptable 20 years ago.