Greetings to all my dear friends!
The days are beautiful and the weather is still sunny, although there is no longer any heat, which makes me thrilled. You can breathe and go out, because the sun is not burning the top of your head, it just gives you a pleasant feeling and you can put on light summer clothes.
So, we bought the flat, called in the craft workers, and there were three of them: two men and a woman. The woman turned out to be a foreigner from Romania. I liked all three of them because they were calm and businesslike. They talked little, but got straight down to fare: painting the walls. I chose two shades - light beige and dark beige. They put dark beige only on two sides in the hall. It is huge, almost 32 meters, because the former owners joined two rooms and made an arch.
I really liked their solution, although it would cost us 1000 euro. They made the arch in violation of the law, as the former tenants didn't inform the municipality about the future layout, they just did it quietly. Although I can understand why they didn't, as they had to pay money for it too, because in Italy every step costs money. Capitalism.
They painted the flat and I was happy with the work. I could have painted it myself, but I cannot climb stairs and work at height. My blood pressure rises immediately and I get dizzy.
During the painting we went to Ikea and bought all the furniture: bedroom, living room, hallway. We ordered the assembly of the bedroom. Hoping if they do it in time, they will assemble the living room for cash, inexpensively, as we thought. But it was a long way off.
It turns out that everything in Ikea is accountable and they even calculated how much time to assemble the bedroom, given that we need to put together the wardrobe, bed, bedside tables and chest of drawers. And that is the allotted time. Our craft workers met and left. We left the rest of the furniture in boxes and still lay on the floor.
And yesterday they brought us the kitchen furniture. And while my husband was waiting for a friend who helped him assemble it, I opened one box took out all the items: the sides of the lower cabinet with a cutting board for cooking. There's also a cutlery drawer included. The assembly comes with one sheet with pictures of what to do and in what sequence... My husband saw the RU and was happy that the instruction manual is in Russian, so it will be easy to assemble. There was no Italian. But he did not understand that there was only one Russian word - "instruction" - and nothing else.
The rest had to be assembled correctly. I understood Italians are not Russians; they are all narrow specialists and know only what they know... but that depends on their intelligence and possession of logic.
I assembled the cabinet. I'm glad the manufacturer did it so nicely, in the expectation that I might have to assemble it for women too. Step by step, from drawing to drawing, I got it right. When a friend came over, he questioned my assembly, but I insisted it was correct and suggested he assemble the other cabinet, the one under the sink.
In short, most of the other cabinet was assembled by me again, and he tightened the screws. My husband sat in his chair and watched us work well together with his friend. A handle had to be attached to the drawer. This is where they both came to a standstill, because they had absolutely no idea how to do it? So I said: "Boys, I'm gonna teach you how to do it!" And I gave them a master's class. After that, they realised that basically I could do the rest on my own. I even enjoyed making the assembly, it's handy: all the holes are drilled for wooden dowels and screws, so it's even harder to mix things up and screw something up. Think before you make it!
I have one regret - I didn't take any photos of my work during assembly. I forgot. I would have posted them here. But I will do it next time, for I still have some things to assemble.
Thank you for reading my post. Have a nice day, everyone!
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