Posts tagged ‘renovation’

April 2, 2012

Renovation Update: Living Room Pics!

It has been awhile since I have mentioned our renovation.  That must mean we are all done, right?  I wish!  We are still very far from the end, but I have accepted that.  I even chuckled at myself when I read some of my renovation posts from last year.  I was so naive with such big dreams…

At least one room is done-ish and ready to show.  Ignore the paint trim lines where the wall meets the ceiling.  We still haven’t put up the crown.  The husband has convinced me that he can’t possibly do that until the garage is done.  We still need to finish the punch list too.  It never ends, but I love it.

If you need a good laugh, you too can have one while you read my old posts.  Or just take a peek at the photos of our living room.  You will see a few of my favorite things including the husband’s wheelbarrow chair he made and the original wood door.

Renovation and Cohabitation
Missing: Easy Button
Moving Day Panic

 

November 14, 2011

A great weekend…





November 29, 2010

Moving Day Panic

The official move took place the morning of Black Friday.  Did it go off without a hitch?  Not exactly.  I am kind of like Monica Geller when it comes to my space, so this renovation experience has been almost more than I can handle; especially when my things were about to arrive.

I woke up Friday morning in a panic.  I don’t know if it was because I watched SATC2 the night before and got freaked out that the bf and I could end up like Big and Carrie or if renovation realities just crashed in hard.  The house wasn’t complete (still isn’t) and I was about to give up my clean, pretty little home that was all mine to live in a dusty mess with a boy.  At that moment, all I wanted was our lives pre-reno back.  The bf was sleeping like a baby and I was balling like a baby.  You know the crying where you choke on your sobs?  That was me…while hiding in the bathroom.  I was a puffy mess when I finally pulled myself together to meet the movers.  I pulled my hat down low and attempted to pretend everything was fine.

I didn’t come clean with the bf until Sunday morning (after I tortured him all weekend).  I was primping for brunch with a girlfriend and realized no amount of champagne or syrup could calm me.  As soon as I let it all out (between snotty sniffles), the panic and worries disappeared.  Funny how that happens.  All is happy in the household now, and we are so close to finishing.  I am counting down the days until our first dinner party in our teal dining room!

Now we are talking about buying a rental house to renovate.  What am I thinking…

November 12, 2010

Missing: Easy Button

Example 1

A sliced thumb, 2 heat gun burns, 8 bruises on one knee…where the hell is my easy button?  I move in 2 weeks and the house is…well…still very much unfinished.  I’m not someone that freaks out (I tend to workout my stress in the gym and then later with dessert).  But I almost had a moment last night.  To combat it, I shopped this morning.  I bought all new glassware (including wine glasses), a fantastic original mid-mod lamp at Lula B’s, and a sofa.  Yes, a sofa.  A rather large impulse buy.  It conveniently gets delivered the day after I move in.  The bf was at work when I made my purchases so hopefully he doesn’t have an opinion.

Whether I wanted to or not, I’ve improved my home renovation skills.  See photo in example 1.  Don’t worry.  I did not actually perform any tasks while on the stilts.  I put them on for the photo op and to briefly experience life at 7’3”.  The novelty didn’t last long.

While enjoying an early dinner and a new Saison at the Moth last night (had to get back to the house to strip trim), we started talking about future projects.  It hit me.  The house will never be done.  Never.  What’s next on the list?  See below.  It is in order of priority.

  1. Finish the stairs. Deadline: Christmas
  2. Tear down the walls in the living room and build the new mantle. Deadline: Christmas (I need something pretty to hang the stockings from)
  3. Gut the bathroom.  Deadline: March but the bf doesn’t know it yet…
  4. Strip, insulate, and paint the exterior of the house.  Deadline: Oh lord, who knows
  5. Build a garage.  Deadline: Maybe we will move…

I think I should stick to what I do best.  Decorating and selecting the prettier things in life.

New sofa!

Lucy next to the door that caused my 2 burns

November 2, 2010

Costume Failure

#Fail.  That is for my Halloween costume.  I was going to be roller girl.  Then I saw a cellulite dimple below my tiny shorts and said f that. I had about an hour of panic while I tried to come up with a new costume.  My first idea was to be Alan from the Hangover.  I really wanted to duct tape a baby to me and wear a beard.  The bf wasn’t thrilled with that idea and made some silly, empty threats.  Then there were a few low cost, aka whatever is in my closet ideas, but none of them had Alan’s appeal.  I eventually procrastinated to the point of no costume.

The first party was Saturday night.  We worked on the house all day (hanging the ceilings and walls that we previously tore down) and we were exhausted by party time.  I couldn’t even make the effort to wash my hair, so the desire to put on a costume was not there.  We prepared to be ridiculed for our lack of spirit.  Turns out it was a Halloween party but NOT a costume party.  Wouldn’t it have been awkward if roller girl had skated through the front door?

The next event was Sunday night.  We were invited to a party for the uptown restaurant and bar industry people. Neither of us is in the industry, but I guess we are honorary members due to our regular patronage at the local establishments.  The party didn’t even start until 9:30, so once again after a long day of drywall and painting, my desire to be Alan had waned.  Instead I took the opportunity to wear 6” heels that are inappropriate for most occasions.  I even wore black leggings and t-shirt to make sure my shoes were showcased in all their glory.  I loved it.  I was so tall and as graceful as a gazelle…even after several glasses of wine.  Sunday night parties make a painful Monday morning, but it was worth it.

October 26, 2010

Renovation and Cohabitation

The dining room. Where do I put the paint?

The bf and I did not have a typical plastic jungle weekend.  Instead of seeing a band or entertaining friends, we were ripping down drywall and sanding cabinets.  I finally told my parents so now I can announce it to the blog world.  I am going to live with a boy!  That boy would be the bf.

There’s quite a bit of manual labor to get his 98 year old house ready for my invasion.  I thought they would be quick and simple projects.  Paint, get rid of the boy stuff, take over 75% of the closet, etc.  Then I saw the massive pile of drywall and no where to put the paint I painstakingly selected.  Something tells me the paint projects are a little more involved.

You know I like to do things in style (see hiking post) but the stilettos had to go.  Not to worry, I wore diamond earrings.  Ok, they weren’t real but they sparkled a lot.  Even when covered in sheetrock dust.  I also only wore them because I forgot I had them in.  I’m really making myself sound like a fashionista now.  However, I did start planning the 100th birthday bash for the house.  Check your inboxes for invites in early 2013.

Lucy is also making her mark.  She was helping me haul load after load (sans stilettos) to the dumpster and discovered that her new neighborhood is full of cats.  She has picked up the sport of cat hunting.  She chases them up trees and dares them to come down.  I thought it was funny until the bf’s neighbor stepped out on the porch and started calling for Sunshine.  We snuck inside.

I am sure I will be documenting our renovation and cohabitation adventures in TPJ for your reading pleasure.  I’ve already had a couple freak out moments and I can almost promise there will be more.  Did I mention that everything has to be done in 4 weeks?

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