The kitchen. Ugh.

I'll probably write more on this later (well, maybe) but since I'm in the mood to write now, I'm going to capitalize on it. These shots are the kind of granite, called Virginia Mist, we are hoping to use for kitchen counters. I wanted soapstone really bad, since it's really a lot more appropriate to the period of our house, but the way Trevor reacted to the idea, you would have though I was suggesting that we paint the walls with a paste made of crushed bugs. So I went looking for something similar, but granite. It's more durable. We're going to hone it to get more of a soapstone look. I'd like a piece that's slightly less busy than these two slabs.

Another trend freebie: granite countertops, especially polished, are on their way out. That's why I was trying to avoid it. In addition to being totally innappropriate to most homes, they scream "conspicuous consumption" and "I re-fi'ed three times to afford this kitchen" (even though we all know your Viking range is about to be repossessed by the appliance store; you should have known better than to spend 6k on a stove!) none of which is very recession-chic.

We are thinking along the lines of white cabinets and painting the walls....drum rolllll, please....APRICOT!!! I know it's not technically citrus, but it borders on orange, so whatever. There's not all that much paintable wall space in the kitchen, and with the white cabinets, gray counters and a slate floor that will have some hints of orange and purple in it, I think it could work.

If it turns out that white cabinets are too expensive (we are meeting with Mack this weekend to get damage estimate and he totally hates painting so Trevor thinks it'll be pricy) then I'm back to square one. Or we're waiting till August or later to do our kitchen. Bleh. Any opinions on the kitchen are welcomed. If you can't leave comments, facebook me. I hear a lot of people are having trouble commenting. But seriously, I need the input.

You heard it here first

I'm going to make a prediction: citrus, and especially orange, is due for a comeback. I have no basis for this, other than the fact that I like it, but I've been right about these things before. I love how the bright pop contrasts with the icy blue and quiet white of the bathroom. And who doesn't love a little citrus? The middle of a nasty recession is just the time to decorate with some cheerful color. You can't look at an orange without feeling just the slightest glimmer of happiness or hope. It's not possible.

So when whoever calls decorating trends starts yammering about citrus, you can smile at the bowl of oranges on your coffee table and think to yourself, "I knew this was coming." Juuuuuust wait.

What's new as of 3.22

Here's what we accomplished last week.

Upstairs: The Next Frontier

I know it's been almost a week since my last post. We were gone for the weekend, and then I didn't really feel like writing. We have been covering a lot of ground, though. Here's the list.

1. Pool. 18 3/4-quart jugs of bleach last week plus 24 the other day have been dumped in. It's looking ever so slightly less green, and all kinds of good stuff, including algae-covered leaves and a dead caterpillar, has been floating up. Bimart still can't figure out why bleach sales are up 400%.

2. Yard. Yesterday we ripped out a few more dead camellia bushes, raked more leaves, and generally did more picking up. The back yard still looks like a warzone, but we can only do one thing at a time.

3. Lately, that one thing has been the upstairs. We put oil-based primer over the wallpaper of the landing a few weekends ago, and finished off the primer in the big bedroom upstairs yesterday. Today, we put the paint up. White suits this room very nicely, at least for the time being. The paint might not be the most dramatic difference for the room, though.



As you can see from the video, we ripped back some of that nasty old carpet to discover distinctly vomit-colored padding, beneath which lay beautiful red fir floors!!! (Sorry if the sound is weird on the video; I can barely hear it on my computer.)

So we went to town, ripping up that carpet and yanking staples out of the floor. Then I stuffed all the carpet and padding out the bathroom window upstairs, which was basically the icing on the cake. Please, have a look.

Somehow, our house manages to photograph exceptionally well. I can't figure it out. The floors do not actually look as nice as they seem to in the pics. But if they were refinished, they could be as drool-worthy as the floors in the office, which would be a lot more tempting except that I remember what a royal pain it was to deal with the downstairs, and I didn't even do most of the work. Plus I have no idea how you get a 400-pound sander up the stairs.

I digress. For now, we are going to get a rug to put up there, so it's a bit cozier, and a bed and some nightstands and a dresser. It will make a very nice guest room until we enter Phase II of renovation, which involves ripping out all the walls (which are fiberboard, which is composed of sawdust and glue and a lot of pressure to meld it together) and actually insulating the house. We do not have insulation currently. It's handy, if you like to freeze. Or have exorbitant heating bills. I don't really recommend either option.

Unfortunately, I didn't take a before picture. This (farther down) is from last April, when we first looked at the house. (It's not really that unfortunate, now that I look at the picture. What's unfortunate was that wallpaper. And the carpet. Ick.)

P.S. If you're wondering why Todd's home in the middle of the day, it's because lost his job. He's working from home now, which is rather convenient.

Vehicular landscaping

Today was a stunningly beautiful 70-degree blue-sky spring day, and we had outside work to do. Around noon, Trevor showed up with a one-ton dump truck, and we moved the trash heaps (the old bathroom, discarded doors, etc.) into the truck and sent it to the dump. Finally, we are starting to look less like the Bumpuses. Or have I spoken too soon....

In light of this image, I believe I have. In case you can't tell, that is the Q, with our trusty 420-pound rope tied to the hitch, and the other end tied around the trunk of that there magnolia tree. It was looped over a branch that was most expediently removed using four wheel drive. You can't really tell from the picture, but the limb I took out was about eight inches in diameter, and it made a reeeeal nice SNAP when it gave. YEEHAW!

In other backwoods news, we have concluded that instead of spending large chunks of money at the pool store to buy glorified bleach, we would just buy regular bleach, 18 gallons of it, and dump that in the pool. I don't know if it was technically "working" but it sure did kick up a LOT of goopy old leaves and algae (see accompanying closeup) so I guess we'll see what it looks like tomorrow.

What's new as of 3.8

Wow, we had a busy weekend. Here's the recap of what was accomplished last week...



Saturday was a beautiful spring day, and so Todd and his dad started on the gargantuan task of cleaning the pool. I spent the morning zipping around cleaning and picking stuff up. There always is stuff that needs to be put away. Scattered tools, boxes, just stuff. The great part is that it always has a home. There's a drawer, a cabinet, a closet...everything fits somewhere.

In the afternoon, we went to Bimart for plants. While the yard isn't ready (and probably won't be this season) for beds, I am something of an expert in potted gardening, after having about six square feet of garden space and a million potted plants in Pasadena. Pansies are great for this time of year, because they aren't bothered by a little frost overnight.

I also moved the rest of the greenhouse downstairs to my office, which I think Todd was relieved about. Now that he'll be using his office more, I think he'll want the desk space that was being used by four geraniums and a bougainvillea.

Sunday, it snowed. We took a tumble from a springy 65 to a windy 35, and unfortunately, the pool required another round of cleaning. Summer dreams don't come so easily when it is hailing. The contents of the neighboring oak tree had settled at the bottom of the pool, and every way we tried to get the leaves out kind of didn't work. The deep end is at least 12 feet deep, so not much reaches down there. We finally ended up saran-wrapping the pool vacuum hose to the shop vac, and trying to vacuum the leaves off the bottom of the pool. It was very hick, and I wish I had a video, but unfortunately we don't have one that shows the whole process. I left halfway through because I got so cold, and I'm not sure how it turned out.

Yesterday we also started the rather large project of priming and painting the whole upstairs. If you've watched the videos, you know it's covered in old, weird wallpaper, on top of fiberboard, which is like sawdust mixed with glue and pressed into wallboard. It wouldn't do well with the amount of moisture required to remove wallpaper (as in, it would probably crumble, leaving us with whatever lies in our cobwebby, semi-insulated attic) so we decided the least work-intensive way of remedying the issue was to paint.

Here's before:

And partway done:

Though it does look better already, we had to use an oil-based primer to avoid exposing the walls to said moisture, and it smells TERRIBLE. It took 20 minutes of being outside to get rid of the taste of permanent markers in my mouth. In general, I am a big fan of certain toxic smells: I could sniff boat exhaust all day, and nail salons give me the warm-and-fuzzies. This stuff is in a league all its own.

Busy work

I give you Exhibit A. I warped no fewer than five screws, trying to install the bamboo shade in the living room. They included the cheapest screws EVER and I ended up using some small ones I had left over from door knob installations. (I'm not sure what that says about my door-knob-installing skills, that I had leftover pieces...) Anyway, the shade is up! And the sheet, while quite a statement, has been retired.

The shade didn't go up without a fight, though. It is 71.5 inches, as is the space it went into. That's great, except the brackets on either side stuck out about a quarter inch each, so I had to use a variety of tools, including a saw, a box cutter, and something Trevor referred to as "tin snips" to hack the blind down so it fit. I prayed the whole time I wouldn't slice a finger off and have to drive myself to the emergency room. This whole process of measuring, drilling, hanging and hacking took a few hours, which was a few hours more than my time estimate of 20 minutes. If only I could get paid to underestimate things...

We'll also be putting curtains up. Print is yet to be decided, though I am thinking along the lines of either chintz or a formalish vine-y flowery print, the classification of which I am not familiar with.

In other news, our front door is now working. The knob had a rather unexpected design that the instructions failed to explain (once again, Kwikset gets a 0 out of 10 on instructions) but we got it worked out.

Other little things accomplished (none of which were exciting) were putting pads on the dining room table and chair legs so they don't scratch the floor to bits, and on the baskets in the bathroom, so they don't scratch the vanity to bits. I also made a pot of soup and cleaned the bathroom. Impressively domestic, huh?

The basics

There are a few pieces of furniture that any living space needs to have. One of them is a place to sit. Couch, chair, floor pillows, whatever works. The other fundamental piece is a table. We kind of had a table. A small, rickety table that moved from Pasadena, which was perpetually covered in clutter. Limited surface area in the kitchen sentenced it to becoming a dumping ground. Also, the chairs are unbelievably uncomfortable. Add all this up and you have us, eating, utterly paranoid, on the leather couch. It didn't make for relaxing dinners.

I'd been cruising craigslist for months (like since August) for a very particular dining room table. Classic, but not too ornate. But not too Shaker-simple. Not in any way contemporary. No tasteless padded chairs on casters, no four-figure antiques, no mismatched chairs. Definitely not counter height. No stone. Not that I'm picky or anything. Then, fabulously, this table got posted on craigslist. In Hugo, OR. For those not familiar, it is way the heck out in the middle of nowhere. A few miles in any direction away from Medford puts you in the middle of nowhere, and this was 45 minutes up the freeway, then 10 minutes into the woods.

It was beyond worth the drive. Other than being the steal of the century at $350, it's in mint condition, having been used as a conference table in the guy's office. For the money, I expected it to be dinged up and need a refinish, but the finish is almost completely scratch free. Beyond this, the chairs are actually quite comfortable AND it almost perfectly matches the china cabinet. The upholstery on the seats is agreeable enough for the time being, spotlessly clean, and easily replaced.

So now when you come over for dinner, you will be able to enjoy your pasta and pesto, instead of us watching your every bite to make sure any escaping noodles land on the drop cloth you would have been sitting on and not on our couch. Much more pleasant.

Here are a few more shots.

Closing the door (or not)

After a ridiculous amount of monkeying around, we now have a new red door on our house. It looks really nice from the street (and I cleaned up the junk heap right after I took the pictures...not the best sequencing) but we are still having issues with it. I think our Kwikset lock is defective (or I'm defective, but I've successfully installed three other locks and deadbolts, so I don't think that's the case) so I'm not sure what we're going to do about that. I can tell you what I'm not going to do though--go back to Pacific Door and Sash. Here's my review of them: I don't think they know what they're doing. They're really nice guys, and good customer service is very important. But it's not just being nice. It's actually providing SERVICE, as in, doing things right. Three times they have screwed up, and at some point, you just start to wonder if anybody over there has a clue what they're doing.

More on the door: Trevor trimmed the sides with a fluted molding and the top with crown, something that I think is called "dentil" which is sort of fitting because it looks like teeth, a bit. You can google it if you want to. It's dark out. It looks really nice, but now I think the arch/porch looks even more out of place than it did. We aren't sure what to do about it; it was an addition by the last owner, and while it's functional to have a covered front step, it's not in keeping with the character of a Cape Cod, and the rustic/country style is definitely not right. Add it to the list...

Anyway, I think I will go see Charlie, our buddy at Home Depot, and see if he can help. He's like our personal shopper; we walk in the door and Charlie takes us around the store to round up what we need. Love it.

What's new as of 3.1

Here's the update. She's a'coming right along!