August 23, 2009
Woah. Or woe. But in either case, nothing much has been happening here on my little blog for quite some time. But just in case you think that means nothing much has been happening here at my little house, let me assure you that’s not the case!
First of all, I finished the upstairs bathroom. While I love the whole concept of a houseblog, it does strike me that the more I’m actually doing on the house, the less time I have to write about it. Good to know.
So, yes, bathroom is done (well, okay, there’s still the oddly configured electrical plate that apparently requires a visit now to a special electrical store becasue neither Home Depot nor Lowe’s stocks it, but whatever. Oh, and there’s a wee bit of scraping to do around the shower curtain rod where I inadvertently got gobs of blue paint on the metal. My father asked me why I didn’t simply take the shower rod down. I stared at him blankly. Who does he think I am?)
But yes, it fulfills my personal sense of completion and it’s a joy to walk into it every morning. After four coats of paint, I did finally get the right color and learned that it’s *always* worth it to change it. Otherwise you’ll regret it every single day, and c’mon, that’s just too much regret to handle when you’re in the loo.
June 30, 2009
It’s the end of June, which means it’s the beginning of my annual painting frenzy. On the docket for the summer:finish upstairs bathroom and kitchen. Pronto!
So, I thought I was being all smart and professional this time. I spent a lot of time with paint chips. I even practiced great restraint and bought only a small sample of the color I thought I wanted. I even tried painting a sample section of the wall. But now, well, now I just don’t know. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but is it worth spending another day to make it right? I’d wanted something a bit quieter, I think. But this is kinda Key West. Or maybe Miami. Do I just live with it, roll up my sleeves and wear a lot of white linen?
Here’s the before and the now (with Fountain Blue):
July 25, 2008
I’m about to embark on a new relationship with a recommended handyman. He came over yesterday to check out the upstairs bathroom. In terms of labor and supplies, I think it’s on the light side of jobs. What do I want? White wainscoating on the lower half and help putting up/in a new medicine cabinet, wall lights, and towel rack.
Oh, and I also wanted him to give me an estimate on either 1) ripping up the linoleum to get to the original tile or 2) on putting in a new tile floor. His response to #1 was: Yeah, I wouldn’t want to do that…but you could. His second suggestion was to just put new linoleum over it and call it a day. So while waiting to hear about his estimate, I decided to see what I could do on a rainy day.
I knew there was the original tile because last summer we’d cut away a section of flooring. I just didn’t know what shape it was in and pretty much everyone from the plumber to the electrician told me not to bother with it. After six hours on my knees with a metal scraper, I’m beginning to think they were right. Sometimes you got to do it the hard way.