Sunday, September 2, 2012

Tile is NOT Art

I have a home remodeling post that is WAY over due, so I am forcing myself to post it before I put up an official "Before and After" post of the work we just had done on the floors of our house's lower level. I bring you:

The Redemption of the Powder Room from Hell

Yes, the half bathroom just off our living room was THAT bad. When we moved in, it was clearly the one room of the house that the previous owner had bothered to "put a stamp on." I would have preferred that he left it boring builder grade. His "stamp" involved salmon colored walls, a humongous-for-the-space light fixture, a wall of red and gold small glass tiles framed out by trim (meant to be art?), a border of squares of the same glass tiles alternating with royal green tiles, a 3-D version of chair rail painted deep red, and a mirror framed out by the same chair rail, also pained deep red.

We quickly painted over the salmon walls to a coffee color, and painted the chair rail and mirror trim to bright white. But it. was. not. enough. We lived with it for almost five years, and then made our move. Here is what we started with, in March of this year:

An overview of the teeny space, in all it's glory (along with the child's potty we were too lazy to get rid of despite the fact that Lucy used it all of once)
 

The overkill light fixture (this space does NOT need 4 light bulbs to make it glow), and my flabby underarm. Enjoy!
 

The wall of glass tiles

Up close and personal with the "decorative trim" that ran along two of the walls. Note that both the upper and lower wood trim used to be a dark red.

Finn managed to pull the upper layer of "chair rail" (seriously, this stuff was NOT meant to be chair rail, it stuck off of the wall about two inches) months ago, revealing vestiges of the salmon paint that used to be on the wall. Because it goes so well with green, red, and gold, obviously.

Another angle of the vanity, mirror, and light.

Note that I tried my best to work with the "red" overtones in the room (hand towel, kids' stool). Also, I took this photo because we had early hopes of replacing this builder grade, oak vanity with an off-white countertop and dated fixture. However, we have plumbing throughout the house that is no longer actually sold, so we decided not to mess around with pipes. That dream is dead, for now, though we may try our hand at staining the vanity a deep espresso color. Have any of you ever tried this? I found a good tutorial on Pinterest, but don't want to get myself into a "Pinterest Failure" situation.

OK, so it turns out that it is not so easy to get tile off of a wall, without actually ruining the wall. M. was able to get the tile that ran along the wall off while leaving the dry wall in "patchable" condition, but the "wall of tile" had to be cut out. This started M.'s first (but definitely not last) foray into hanging drywall. Made a bit harder because our car was not big enough to bring home a whole sheet, so he actually had to hand several small sections of dryway and do his best to cover the seems. Here are some "during" photos:

M. was able to cover most of this with mud and tape, just had to use a couple of couple of patches for the deeper areas.

 
 




Another nice, fun thing we found out was that the existing light fixture was installed directly into the drywall. Meaning, there was no electrical box. Just wires coming out of the wall. I thought this was something peculiar to the half bathroom that was the fault of the prior owner, but it turns out that NONE of the bathroom vanity lights have electrical boxes. We  know this, because we are in the process of replacing the vanity lights in the master bathroom, both of which were ALSO wired without electrical boxes. For the half bath remodel, M. did it the "hard way," and made a bigger hole in the dry wall so he could attach an electical box to a stud. He then had to put up a segment of dry wall, tape it, mud it, sand it, mud it, sand it... you get the picture. What a pain in the ass! And the previous owner SAW that there was no electrical box when he removed the builder grade light fixture, IGNORED this fact, and then installed his own ugly, heavy light fixture. I'm surprised we all never burned up in our beds. Note that for the master bathroom, M. has discovered that there is something called a "remodel box," or something like that, which lets you add an electrical box without screwing it in to the nearest stud. We are trying that now, with hope that it will save a couple of those "mud it, sand it, mud it, sand it" steps.

All in all, this "light" remodel took 4-5 weekends to complete, mainly because we weren't motivated to work on it every day. Once the initial demo was done, and the drywall screwed in, it was relatively easy to do a round of sanding and mudding every night (says the person who did none of it). But since it was M.'s first time around, he did more rounds of mudding than usual - and still didin't get the walls "perfect" (though if you ask me, it is 5 millions times better than what we had before, and thus perfect). I didn't help with much of the process - I lent my arms when it came time to (finally) hang the new light fixture, and I helped paint a little. However, the bathroom was finished up just before Lucy's birthday party, and I had my hands full baking a cake. My role came in when it was time to pick the wall paint, and decorate. I chose (as I mentioned previously) a "trendy-but-hopefully-timeless?" color scheme of grey and yellow, and went from there. I put off writing this post because of my inability to find a picture to put up over the toilet. We managed to stumble on the perfect thing at Home Goods just a few weeks ago, and now I can finally post "After" photos in comfort:



A peek in from the hallway. I don't know why the outer walls look purple, they are not purple.

Same vanity, new handtowel. And hand soap. That shit's important, yo!

New, two-light vanity fixture and smaller mirror.

The "wall of tile" is gone! And has been replaced by wee little yellow trinkets and postcards from Maine (because we want to live! in! Maine! one day!)

I decided I HAD to have cactuses for this space. Turns out cactuses do best in sunny areas. Oh well. This room has no windows. So instead, this one cactus has had to survive by growing itself AS TALL AS POSSIBLE. It used to be on the lower shelf, but I was afraid it would run out of room, so I had to move it to the upper shelf. Also pictured: bird candle (I am solidly on the bird trend bandwagon), tile from Kuwait, random glass bottle with cork stopper).
 
The "decorative shelves" and accompanying picture-that-was-so-hard-to-find:
 
Yellow! And a bird sketch!! It was like a divine intervention.
 
And there you have it - the end of the "Powder Room from Hell."

Monday, August 27, 2012

First Day of School, Part I

The Proud Kindergartener


And his equally excited sister, marking the day in style

 
Finn won't be riding the bus, so no "getting on the bus" photo for us. You'll have to settle for a side view of his new backpack (which apparently was a hot commodity at Target this year, as at least a couple other kids have the same one. Wonder how many times Finn will accidentally come home with the wrong one...)
So, the first day of school is over. I am exhausted  and stressed out and feeling more than a little frazzled (what, this isn't all about ME?) - I'm hoping this gets easier as we settle in to a new normal. I think a lot of my reaction is due to an unrelenting, high pressure workload lately, and my own sense of mom guilt (YOU GUYS. Dropping Finn off at his new before-school program was THE HARDEST THING.). But Finn, he seems to be doing pretty well. He was a little uncertain as we approached the school (he admitted he was "a little scared"), and he asked us if we could stay with him at the before-school program. He didn't cry when we left, though, and the information we've been able to drag out of him has been mainly positive. Except for the one kid that apparently called him "weird" during the practice fire drill his class had today. Why one kindergartener would feel the need to call another kindergartener he had just met "weird" is a mystery to me. But Finn can't even remember if he said anything back in response, so hopefully this was a mere blip that didn't bother him too much. Well, other than the fact that it bothered him enough to tell me as we were walking out of the school this afternoon. And that he made sure I mentioned it to my mom when she called to see how Finn's day had gone.

It's good Finn knows nobody's name yet, or else this child would have just made a Momemy (Mom Enemy - do you think that might catch on?) for life. Weird. I'll show YOU weird, you MEANIE.

But really, mostly a good report. Now I have to go take myself off and sign paperwork and fill out emergency contact information in triplicate (I could expound on the torture that is filling out emergency contact information when one lives far away from EVERYONE, but I won't). And drink this glass of wine next to me.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

A First and a Last

Friday marked Finn's very last day of daycare. I didn't get choked up the way I thought I might - perhaps because I'll still be coming back every day to bring Lucy. And Finn - well, all he could think about was how excited he is to start Kindergarten - I had to prompt him several times to "SAY GOODBYE" and "LOOK, THESE PEOPLE HAVE CARED FOR YOU FOR THREE+ YEARS, COULD YOU PLEASE JUST GIVE SOMEONE A HUG?!" But I wasn't really upset - his excitement for Monday is gratifying, especially when I saw one little girl start sobbing at the prospect of lining up in front of the classroom door to go inside the school during Friday's Open House. Even though her mom was RIGHT THERE, and had no intention of leaving. I think several kids are going to have a tough Monday, but I'm pretty confident that my little guy is going to bound right into the school. It helps that Finn's teacher is one of the two that ran his earlier JumpStart program, so he already knows her pretty well. Also, his favorite little friend from JumpStart has been placed in the same class, so he already has at least one friend.

I do think that once Finn truly realizes that he won't be seeing the handful of really good daycare friends he's made over the years every day, he will get a little sad. But that aspect of Kindergarten hasn't really sunk in yet.

How about a little "before and after?" Not the hardwood floor photos I owe you (I have them! They will be posted!), but photos of Finn:

On his very first day of daycare, December 18, 2006:



And here he is on his very last day of daycare, August 24, 2012:

 
 
 
I will restrain myself from gushing about those eyes! Those cute cheeks! Can you believe that little teeny baby grew into this energetic, fun, funny, smart boy?!? Of course, that's what's SUPPOSED to happen, I KNOW that. Well done, nature. You've done a great job so far with this whole "growing up" thing.
 
So those pictures mark a "first" and "last" for Finn (and you can bet that the traditional "first day of school" photo will be shared here, too, once it has been captured). Now here is a photo of a "first" for Lucy:
 
Her first dance class!:
 
 
 
 
Sorry for the not-so-great pictures - Lucy was NOT in the mood to pose prior to heading out to her lesson. And I couldn't get any photos of her during class, as parents aren't allowed in the studio - we all sit out in the lobby and watch what is going on in the studio via a video monitor.
 
Lucy's class covers both ballet and tap. Is it ridiculous to buy tap shoes for a three-year-old? Maybe. But my heart is not-so-secretly thrilled that Lu is developing a love of dance - I took lessons for about 10 years LONG, long ago, and have fond memories of jetes and changemonts and pirouettes and shuffle-ball-changes... (and I'm sure I just spelled most of that wrong). Anyway, you get the picture. I think she looks adorable, and I am glad that we finally have a chance to concentrate on doing something that LUCY wants to do. Usually she just gets signed up for whatever activity Finn wants to do or, even worse, she just schleps around with us and watches Finn do an activity on his own.
 
You can get a sense in some of those pictures of how the hardwood floors turned out, but I will be back with a proper before and after post once we are done with Phase II of the project (did I mention there is a Phase II?), in which new tile is being installed on the kitchen floor. Which SHOULD be this week (I fervently hope, as currently my pantry is spread out over several chairs in the dining room, which doesn't exactly facilitate quick meal preparation. Not to mention the thick layer of dust coating all surfaces everywhere).
 
But first, I need to get myself to bed so I can be well rested for the parental heartbreak I am about to experience tomorrow. KINDERGARTEN - THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE, RIGHT?



Monday, August 20, 2012

You Should Get An M., Too

Why do hotels go to the effort of putting huge flat screen TVs in each guest room, and then offer only a measly selection of low-definition channels to choose from? I was almost forced to watch a rerun of Two Broke Girls until I stumbled upon HGTV - it was not listed in the hotel room channel guide, so I can only assume that some higher being saw my need and came to my rescue. A frosty glass of rose (imagine an accent on the e, since I can't figure out how to put one there) can help with a lot of things, but not even that can make an episode of Two Broke Girls palatable.

So clearly, I'm in a hotel right now. Again. It's my fifth night alone in a hotel room over the last 9 days, and while I do treasure the occasional night away, I've way exceeded that limit. Thankfully, I drive home tomorrow (I'm not TOO far away), and then I'm done with work travel for a couple of months.

While I'm away from home, M. is overseeing the transition of this:

My living room
into something that will hopefully look more like this:

Not my living room (source)
See the piles and piles of boxes in the first picture up there? During my trip last week, M. rented a truck, picked them up, and then carried them all one by one into the house. He hauled over 1500 pounds of materials all by himself. Now he's home alone again, handling emergency installation questions and decisions on the fly. Like the one where the workers had to change plans and lay some of the flooring on top of CARDBOARD (the same cardboard that the wood planks came in) because our subfloor was way too low in one part of the space. CARDBOARD. When the workers pulled up the carpet, it was discovered that some of the joists have sunk, and it was being masked by extra padding under our wall-to-wall carpeting. M. had to decide, once the carpet was already up, whether to stop the installation completely and put new carpet back down, to stop it and get a new subfloor installed ($$$), or go with... cardboard. Then, once he chose the cardboard option, sign a waiver saying that it's not the company's fault if we aren't happy with the installation.

If I was the one home, I probably would have panicked. Thank goodness he is the one that handled it instead. Love you, honey!

I'm not completely confident that I'll be walking into a house with fully installed, gorgeous hardwood floors tomorrow evening, but I'm HOPEFUL. It's too late to turn back now!

In other news, Finn starts Kindergarten a week from today. I have no idea if we are ready, but Finn clearly is. He is done, done, done with daycare, and excited to start at his new school. Friday we have an orientation for parents at the school, and then it's off to the races! Should be interesting to see how we adjust to a new daily routine - ALL of us.