Honey, you should see me in a crown...

This week has been bzzzzzzzy. Not that the others aren't...I'm just feeling more than a little self-imposed pressure. I told myself ages ago that I wanted to at least get the downstairs trim up in time for the deluge of relatives for my lovely sister's wedding...which is next weekend. Time crunch! Am I close?

For the love of god someone please paint over the fire alarm shadow. That's just gross. 

Um. We're getting there. And so far, it's only Thursday!  I got time, I got time. I've got NINE DAYS. And I don't recall explicitly saying I'd have everything PAINTED by the wedding. (Details.)

Luckily, the seemingly-endless linear footage of MDF trim we got at my new favorite store came primed, so all I have to do is slap enough white paint on it to make it less of a chore when I go back through and caulk and fill all the nail holes I'm leaving. This is my first time using a pneumatic nailer, so perhaps I can be excused for taking WAY too long to realize it was jamming every other nail, so most of the baseboards I've put up are completely covered in holes that do not actually have nails in them. (I was sitting there on the floor trying to figure out why thirty nails didn't seem to be actually holding the baseboards on the walls. Oops.) In the end, Incredible Builder Dad came through with valuable wisdom, and recommended oiling the nailer. Turns out two drops of sewing machine oil in the air inlet before every use makes a happy, dare I say well-oiled nailer. KACHUNK KACHUNK KACHUNK. 

 Look at that! Baseboard, shoe and all. Just gorgeous, that's what that is. 

(Never mind the bookcase. That's getting painted later.)

So far, with nine days to go, I've got all of the baseboard with at least one coat of paint. Most of the living room/dining room baseboard is in place, and has even been shod by the stairs. Half the crown has been painted, and some of it is up, although I've been avoiding the bits that need to be coped, because that just looks annoying. (It won't be. I found a great tutorial for Dremel coping, and if there's anything I love, it's an excuse to Dremel something.)

 It's starting to look like a real, livable house! And it's a mess. Naturally.

I'm not 100% sure that weird stair column is structural, but I'm also not sure it's not, so...

I still haven't decided what to do with it.

I, um, still don't have any sawhorses. 

What I do have is a little black truck, which works just as well.

In yet another chapter of But It Was Free!: An Autobiography, we were on our way to our friends' house last Sunday for hamburgers and s'mores, when what do my searching eyes behold?

Free chairs! And despite being white and so very, erm, retro, they are not only in good shape, they are mostly clean. And now they're mine. (No, I have no idea what I'll do with them. Don't ask questions!)

Gimme a little less talk and a lot more action

August has been incredibly busy, first with my cousin's wedding in Montana - which was very lovely and fantastically fun - and then our dear friends Erik and Alex tied the knot last weekend. With my sister and her lovely wife getting weddinged in two weeks, September promises to be just as exciting. Forget June - late summer is the real wedding season!

Some highlights from Montana:

I am stubborn. Just ask this ceramic buffalo.

Being happy tourists with the fam at the Lewis and Clark museum in Great Falls.

See? Wipe the sawdust off and we look pretty darn good.

As such, I've been working on various projects in fits and spurts, but it doesn't feel like I've accomplished anything. (Although that's probably because I have about a million things going at once, so even if I do manage to finish something, it's right onto the next.) I do have a few awesome things to report.

You've got mail

The mailbox that came with the house was huge and didn't close very well, and only came with one key. I found a cute little one in the scratch-and-dent section at Home Depot, spray-painted it red because we obviously needed a red mailbox, and voila! It's less "hey you crazy people don't steal my mail" and more "welcome, nice postal carrier!" 

Before and after.

I used a matte Rustoleum spraypaint called "Paprika", which is slightly on the orange side of red. It'll work well for both fall and winter decorations. However, I didn't really think through the overall color scheme, and a red mailbox may preclude the red door I was thinking about. (Oops.) When we get around to painting the house at some point, I'd love to have dark gray walls with sharp white trim and colorful accents, and having two red things on the front porch might be too much red. (I may also be overthinking something we won't be able to afford for quite a while.) At some point, I want to replace the boring metal door with something with more character (and maybe a window). 

Moving up in the world

Even though we bought trim for the downstairs a few weeks ago, I've been putting it off because I still needed to paint the stairs, which could only be done on a day when I'm home alone and the cats are locked in the basement, to minimize feet and grubby little paws making a mess of the stain. I finally had that day a couple of weeks ago, and stained the treads and painted the risers. It looks about a thousand percent better! I still need to caulk along the edges and touch up a few spots where the painter's tape pulled off some of the polycrylic (my fault for taping when it wasn't quite dry - so impatient) but it's done enough to make me happy. 

Before, during and (mostly) after

 
Bringing dressy back

This is easily my favorite project I've finished, and I am SO FREAKING GLAD it's done. The next time I suggest stripping the paint from something, someone please hit me with a shovel, because DEAR GOD this was a real pain in the neck. SO MANY TINY CORNERS.

Sadly, I apparently didn't take any before shots, which I deeply regret because oh lordy it was ugly. Someone had abandoned this dresser on the sidewalk after coating it top-to-bottom in drippy gold spraypaint and then decoupaging heavy blue paper to the top. I stripped the paint with my trusty heat gun (probably 15 hours of stripping over the last three months) and then sanded and stained it with my favorite Minwax Red Oak. (I've used red oak on everything, from the shelves at the apartment to the stair treads to this dresser. It makes everything glow.) On a splurge, I added fancy little white drop pulls from Anthropologie. (Despite being ridiculously expensive for everything else, I've found Anthro to be pretty reasonable for hardware, especially since they have unique things you can't find elsewhere.)

Look, here it is lurking in the back of the picture 

of another project! Too embarrassed to show its face.

Ta da! All dressed up. (Please ignore my messy kitchen.)

I haven't decided if it's going to stay there in the kitchen, but it's nice having a little extra counter space, and I get to moon over my hard work every time I get a drink of water. Maybe I'm a snob, but I don't understand why people paint perfectly gorgeous wood. Guh, so gorgeous.

But it was free!

I love stuff. The only thing better than stuff is free stuff. Like...this goofy overbuilt entertainment center. 

So fantastic! So giant! So heavy! So...something!

The scene: a happy couple driving home from...somewhere.
Me: "STOP STOP STOP STOP I WANT THAT!" 
Jesse: "Wait, do you actually want that?" 
Me: "YES IT'S PERFECT AND I NEED IT."
Jesse (resigned): "Well, okay, let me go back around the block."
Me: [presses nose to window fervently praying no one else snatches it before we get there.]

And no, there was never any danger of anyone else snatching it. Even I know that. It was spraypainted a glossy black that was drippy and chipping. The black was actually very much okay - so much okay that I decided this crazy piece needed to stay black - but it needed a better paint job and a little TLC.

Enter my new toy, the Critter: 

Via Amazon. 

It's a tiny sprayer that hooks up to an air compressor and uses pint mason jars to hold the paint. I bought it because I've wanted a paint sprayer, and other bloggers absolutely rave about it. The mason jars are particularly handy, especially since I bought a bunch of resealable plastic lids at Fred Meyer, and can store the thinned paint in the mason jar until I need it again. (Like, say, for the second coat...if I need one.) Some paint I've used so far hasn't needed thinning, but the black definitely did, and I just added a bit of distilled water until it flowed freely. It makes painting SO FAST AND EASY. 

Repainted with Behr Marquee Black Basalt in eggshell. 

(Yes, I BOUGHT fancy black paint and it was really freaking expensive.) 

I still need to attach wheel casters to the bottom (because seriously, this thing weighs twice as much as I do) but when it's done I think it'll be good for the media room/den/video game cave, because the shelves we've got in there right now aren't really wide enough for the Xbox, and I'd like to be able to close off the TV and all its associated cords and accessories if needed. (Ostensibly, my goal is for the video game cave to be a potential second guest room if needed, and as such, it should be as pleasant as possible. 

 Not just a one-night stand

...actually two nightstands. I had two of the little RAST dressers left over from the master bedroom built-ins (which are still not done, pending arrival of the knobs at some point) so I painted and stained them, and dressed them up with some fancy new pulls from Home Depot.

Painting! (Ignore the legs on the dressers...I added them for height and decided later they didn't match the overall aesthetic, so I took them off again. What can I say - I'm mercurial.)

And done! And blurry. Oh, phone camera.

When Jesse and I moved in together in 2009, our one-bedroom apartment had room for a bed and one night stand, which we've been sharing ever since. It is the height of luxury to finally be in a place where I don't have to roll over him to get a drink of water in the middle of the night. As an added bonus, I picked up two RANARP lights from IKEA and installed those on either side of the bed. Now we each have our own nightstand and light! 

It's like living in a hotel, only with more cats. 

A sinking feeling

Remember how I love free stuff? Our lovely friends Faith and Janet remembered, too, and gifted us their castoff sink from their long-overdue bathroom remodel. 

Now they have TWO fancy new bathrooms, and we have one fancy old sink to replace one of the two monstrosities that live in the upstairs bathrooms. The bathroom remodels are well down the line (I'm crossing my fingers that the kitchen is first) but this sink is cool and old, and, as Faith pointed out, even comes with a caked-on chip of soap. It's ready to go! Thanks, ladies!

The Doors

Remember also how I was wrestling with what color to paint the door so it coordinated-with-but-didn't-match our pretty paprika mailbox?

Eventually, all these problems mostly solve themselves. 

In my defense, I DIDN'T MEAN TO. I went to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore to get a couple of new $0.50 paint scrapers, since I irreparably gummed up my other one scraping the paint off the gold dresser, and while I was there, I had to check out the door selection, since I still haven't found any solid core five-panel interior doors like I want, and these matching beauties were 50% off. TWO GIANT DOORS WITH GIANT WINDOWS AND LOVELY WOOD BITS THAT MATCH THE WOOD BITS ON MY SCREEN DOORS, FOR ONLY $100?? I spent about an hour staring at them, trying to justify the purchase in my head, but in the end, they're EXACTLY the right dimensions for both the front and back doors, so of course they came home with me. I'm sure they were originally for a double entrance, but I'm content to split them up and have two gorgeous entries. The varnish is pretty much gone on the side that faced all the weather, so I'm going to (gently) sand and refinish, but other than that, they're in great shape. Also, I would like to point out, heavy as hell. 

I love them. I love them so much I want to pet them and coo at them. Doors!

This weekend

It's a three-day weekend! And in celebration of Labor Day, I plan to labor heavily for its entirety. My goal is to get at least SOME of the trim painted and maybe maybe maybe even up - I know, it's good to dream big - so we'll see how much happens. It's sprinkling rain right now and there's absolutely no room in my garage to set up a painting center, soooo....more indoor projects may take precedence. (Like vacuuming. This place is so furry you have no idea.)

Land of the Free

Since Portlanders are largely hip to recycling, a common way to dispose of unwanted things is...The Free Box. The Free Box is the best thing in the world. Cleaning out your garage, and don't want to lug it all to Goodwill? Put it all on the curb, slap a "Free" sign on it, and it'll be gone by nightfall. Scrap metal? It'll go so fast you'll hear a sonic boom. Clothes? Half my wardrobe was free. Housewares? Fully two thirds of our furniture, most of our plates and cups, most of our knicknacks...all free. And when we have things to get rid of? They immediately go in a Free Box. 

Give to the Free Box, and ye shall receive from the Free Box. It's all about karma. I take my Free Box karma very seriously. I've fed it well, and been well compensated in return. 

So, given that it's the beginning of the month and people are moving, and it's sunny outside and people are cleaning out, the pickings lately have been extremely good.

For instance, our amazing Craigslist discovery last week:

It's a scavenger's paradise!

Craigslist is a brilliant invention. Someone wants to get rid of things? I want to acquire things. And last week, I was looking for...things...and I stumbled upon a listing for salvage wood. The owner of this house, built in 1893, is doing a major renovation, and had a huge pile of lumber that was up for grabs. We happen to need some salvage tongue and groove fir flooring, so our contractor won't have to use new fir when he patches our downstairs floors. Since our Free Box karma was sufficiently high, we found more than enough usable pieces, as well as a few chunks of cool old-growth beams and 2x4 sections that will surely come in handy for something. 

Among the debris was also remnants of the original fabric wallpaper, but it was too crunchy and fragile to save.

A couple days later, I even found a fantastic old dresser. (No picture. I, um, forgot I was supposed to be blogging.)

And finally, I met Jesse at the house last night, and he'd gotten me a present on his way over:

Where's the beef? Oh, right, it's...not free.

Ah, the Free Box. We will have to donate generously during our move to repay all this wonderful bounty.