In which I see the light at the end of the tunnel

One of my New Year's resolutions was to set a blogging schedule for myself, and so far...oops. Christmas was exceedingly busy with non-home-improvement-related activities, and Jesse thoughtfully gifted me with the new XBox and a game I've been breathlessly waiting to play, so there's been quite a bit more digital adventuring than building. 

HOWEVER. Our kitchen has been a complete disaster since just after Thanksgiving, when I started in on the cabinets. 

Ah yes, the early stages of chaos. I remember it fondly.

Once I got the upper cabinets and the cabinet by the refrigerator built, it was time to paint. Naturally, this meant everything IN the cabinets had to come out, and so far...nothing has been put back. Needless to say, we've been eating a lot of takeout. (But we did find a fantastic new-to-us Thai place and a new Mexican place within walking distance. Good thing none of my resolutions involve dieting.)

Painting has been a rather slow process. I've been using Benjamin Moore's Advance in Super White (which is apparently the color one gets when one asks the guys behind the counter for "white, just white, the whitest white you've got") and it's my first experience using an alkyd paint. It's ridiculously expensive, but worth every penny. It's so low in VOCs that I barely needed to open any windows (awesome, since it was around 15 degrees here for a week or so) and dries to a hard, glossy finish that is much more resistant to scratches than the Metro Mountain Snow I've used everywhere else.

Speaking of cold temperatures, it was well below freezing around New Year's, and the gray cat next door decided he'd rather live with us, and kept trying to sneak into the house whenever anyone opened the door. Since he's not our cat but still a step above being a stray, I made him a fancy warm cat igloo that he has shunned in favor of a pile of paint rags I had in a box on the porch. Cats.

  Sad, empty cat igloo.

 Ungrateful gray cat. I did tape some cardboard over his box of rags to mitigate the wind somewhat.

Last week was the first week I really felt like I'd made any progress. I FINALLY got around to painting the awful beige ceiling and walls. Everything is a clean, crisp white (Metro Mountain Snow) except for the south and west walls, which are a fantastic leathery black I found in at the Powell Paint Center mis-mixed section. 

Once the ceiling was done, I could replace the light fixtures. It warms my heart to see the horrible track lighting and faux-Victorian flushmount sitting out on the back deck, just waiting to be taken to the dump. SO LONG, EIGHTIES MONTSTROSITIES! In their place are two schoolhouse semi-flushmounts I got on sale from Home Depot and spray-painted oil-rubbed bronze. (There were actual oil-rubbed bronze ones there, but they were $50 instead of $22, and the spray paint I like is like $4 a can...yeah, even I can do the math on that one.) I finally got around to spray-painting the pendant light over the sink a glossy black, and it looks so much better. When it was white, it sank into the background of the tile. Not anymore!

I also painted and installed the two salvage cabinet doors I got at the Rebuilding Store ages ago. They look perfect, and make a classy display case for all my milk glass.

Today, I put up trim. It still needs to be painted, but it already feels so much more functional. I love my kitchen! It's starting to look exactly like I'd pictured. 

Still on the docket:

- Patch and paint trim

- Make doors for upper cabinets

- Re-stain and seal lower cabinets

- Strip, stain, seal and laundry room and basement doors

- Paint window bench

- Install hardware

- Install pot rack (but where, that's the question we're still trying to answer)

- Clean like whoa because seriously, there is so much sawdust (also I accidentally knocked a liter of ginger ale off the top of the fridge today, which exploded and turned the floor into a slick of gingery sawdust sludge)

One of these days, we may even cook in the kitchen. In the meantime, I have leftover pineapple fried rice and Dragon Age Inquisition to keep me happy.

Giving Thanks

One of my New Year's resolution for 2015 is to set up a regular blogging schedule and stick to it. Fortunately for me, it's still 2014, and I can therefore be forgiven for not posting often. 

I feel like I say this every time, but holy cowcats, we've been busy. 

When was the last time I posted? Almost a month ago. WELL THEN. 

So, first of all, our very beloved friends Faith and Janet got married - they've been together 27 years, it's definitely time they tied the knot - and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. Their fantastic son Riley officiated, and it was an epic amount of perfect. Guh. 

THEN it was suddenly Thanksgiving, and we HOSTED, and aside from flooding the kitchen with two gallons of turkey brine* and then almost setting the table on fire** it turned out pretty much perfect. 

Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa arrived much earlier than I was expecting, and then Mom and Grandma took over the kitchen, so despite being the supposed host, I really didn't have to do much beside stand around and look good. (Well, sort of good. I'd carefully curled my hair earlier in the day and then promptly flattened my fancy 'do with my rain hood during a last-minute coffee run. EW.)

The turkey, despite having been abruptly de-brined* and then flash-cooked - wow, electric roasters take SO MUCH LESS TIME than ovens! - was delicious. Especially when carved up by Incredible Builder Dad.

Does that bird look done? Yes, yes it does. 

Jesse and I managed to get the house into some semblance of a reasonable living space, which included my last-minute projects: the window seat in the kitchen and reupholstering the extra dining room chairs. 

I only post pictures of chaos like this because Pinterest makes everything look pretty and easy. Nothing is pretty until it's done, and maybe it won't be pretty even then. (I mean, I'm still picking bits of upholstery foam off my sweaters and out of the cats' tails.)

Ta daaa! Window bench! (Still needs trim. Snd paint. And curtains. Martha Stewart, avert your gaze.)

I would like to point out that only one of these projects was hard. The chairs were so easy - just unscrew the seat, wrap the new fabric around and staple into place. In fact, I did all four chairs while also deep-frying an experimental batch of hush puppies for our office chili contest. All things considered, the hush puppies were the more difficult (if markedly more delicious). 

It was kind of strange to see our place all dressed up for the holiday. I randomly threw together a bunch of decorations I'd already had on hand, and I think it turned out really well.

 

And I made a chandelier-thing! Version 1.0 was held up with those temporary peel-and-stick command hooks, two of which fell down the next day and the additional four of which took the paint right off the ceiling. Version 2.0 is held up with actual, official hooks. We'll see if I can handle dusting it. (haha, like I dust...)

Aww, the living room almost looks finished. 

We even turned on our cheesy fake fireplace. 

And then we feasted!

This photo was taken immediately after the leaf incident** that very narrowly ended up with the table not on fire. 

Predictably, Sass spent the entire day hiding upstairs, but Pecan managed to charm pets and table scraps out of almost everyone.
  

It's been a very material-oriented year, necessarily so with the house purchase, because materials are required for remodeling, and remodeling itself is a very appearance-oriented activity. It's easy to get caught up in the swirl of decision-making, and with Pinterest available 24/7, it's even easier to feel inadequate about design choices I've made or the amount of money I make. 

Above everything else, I am incredibly grateful to have a roof over our heads, and to have enough space to host the ones I love. I am grateful to be building a home with the man I love, and I am constantly humbled by his love and support of me and my occasionally harebrained ideas. I'm grateful to be in a financial position that allows us to transform a blank slate into a beautiful home, and I'm grateful for the patience of my friends and family who have to hear my endless rambling about my latest obsession project. I am incredibly lucky, and I am grateful for all of it.

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Once the family had dispersed, it was time to spend the rest of the long weekend trying to finish Dragon Age: Origins because Inquisition came out last week and aaaaalll my coworkers are playing it decorating for Christmas! Which naturally meant buying a ladder, since the only one we have is a rickety four-foot stepladder that I'm okay with but makes Jesse very nervous. So we braved the Black Saturday crowds at Home Depot to come back with a 24-ft extension ladder and what felt like an inadequate amount of lights.

Gung-ho to channel my inner Tim Allen, I rapidly discovered the reason that some people leave their roof lights up all year long: heights are freaking terrifying and the roofline is MUCH higher than it looks from the ground. 

Being the practical human being he is, Jesse drove us back to Home Depot for a stabilizer, which made things fractionally less terrifying. 

Jesse groomed our lawn, and I commenced decking the halls. As Dad pointed out, we're one golden retriever away from suburban bliss. (DON'T TEMPT ME, DAD.)

Also, it started snowing. 

And it was ridiculously cold and windy.

But the end result was worth it. 

Onward to Christmas!

* Let's not talk about this. Suffice to say that if one is brining in a bag, the bag should be sufficiently sealed before trying to stuff it into an already-crowded refrigerator. Words of wisdom, right there. 

**We're definitely not talking about this.