Category Archives: The House

New Deck Aftermath

Back Deck Before and After from Farmhouse38How’s about we call this a ‘soft after’.  I can’t truly call the deck finished until I’ve decorated the living daylights out of it.  But I figured I’d go ahead and share the befores and afters of the structure itself.  Keep in mind that there are still a lot of loose ends: endless debris clean-up, touch-up painting, trampled garden resuscitation, molested sprinkler line repair, etc, etc, etc.

Remember the sad white dog who lost her deck?

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So, so sad.

She’s okay with it now:

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So, so happeeeee.

A look at the deck profile:

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Before.

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After. We’re still missing some custom lattice work that will cover the guts of the stairs, as well as the whole lower wall on this side.  Don’t need anyone falling off the stairs onto the lower patio.  I am living proof that this is possible. Oh, and the white dog is MIA because she had squirrels to chase during this shot.  Dog priorities.

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She’s back now. A nice close-up of the hardware-cloth (chicken wire) railing panels.

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A shot looking west across the new deck. We’ve promised our neighbors we’re hanging outdoor privacy curtains along the west ‘wall’. It’s a little awkward to make eye-contact with them through their bathroom window.

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Remember this ‘before’ shot of the yard (taken before we actually owned the house five years ago)?

Here’s two images that show that same view now:

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You can see that same lovely grapefruit tree, and make out my car parked where the 2400 cinderblocks that came with the house used to be.  This is also a great example of why we chose to do the chicken wire railing panels–they still allow a nice view of the yard.

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The west end of that same view. You can see how nicely the crepe myrtle trees we planted have helped to block the neighbors to the rear.

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The pergola was an absolute must. One day it will be totally covered in vines just like the one on the front deck, which will keep the south (and most brutally hot) wall of the house nice and shaded in the summer.

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Another view of the whole new structure.  The square footage went from about 140 sq ft to over 300.  In Southern California, this counts as a whole new room.  Imagine breezy curtains, twinkly lights, an enormous outdoor dining table, and a brand new grill.  And cocktails….lots of cocktails.

One last little detail:

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Had to do it. Yes, that is carved into the top of the new decking.  I’m not sorry.

Now onto the fun part: decorating.  It may be awhile, though, because…..guess what?  We broke.

A Fond Farewell to the Deck of Death

Back Deck Remodel at Farmhouse38I am emotionally scarred by distinctly remember when we walked through our house for the very first time (before we even had any remote interest in buying this hot mess), the Texan and I stepped out onto its rickety old deck.  After the requisite brief moment of panic that it was about to collapse under us, we were able to somehow, through our mortal terror, imagine that it could be a pretty sweet spot if you weren’t busy worrying for your life.  Some might even venture so far as to say that the vision of what that back deck could be was the very thing that sold us on the house.

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This was the scene that we saw on that fateful first walk-thru….charming, isn’t it?

That was five years ago.  We have trudged through all the other, more important, renovations, and the deck has sat at the bottom of the list, collecting cobwebs and dropping mystery screws all the while.  We would stare forlornly out at it from the safety of our house.  We would forbid the dogs from walking on it (because there was nothing more terrifying than seeing the way that thing shook and swayed from just one dog ambling across it).  We would scream “NOOOOO!” in true horror film fashion when an unsuspecting guest would let themselves out onto it.  I have become truly gifted at photographing around it so that it never really showed up in my blog posts.  It has been our dirty little secret.

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I was hoping, through this photo, to be able to convey the spectacular sagging slope of what should be a flat deck.  This photo doesn’t do it any justice.  It was seriously slanted.

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Despite our best efforts, this truly was the dogs’ favorite sunning spot.

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I will, however, miss the weathered, beaten decking–it moonlighted as a background to my photographs frequently.  Never fear–all that scrap wood will be put to good use.  Never.  You.  Fear.

We always knew we would get to it eventually, but we just never really knew when.  Then suddenly, about a month ago, from out of nowhere, the stars aligned.  We pulled the trigger.  I still can hardly believe it.

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Millie and Eloise join me as I stare, overwhelmed, at the lumber that I have to sand, paint, and stain for the rest of my life.  The tears are happy tears.  I swear.

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My view every single day for a month. You like my work boots?

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Chance stays cool as he helps me paint (by soaking up paint dribbles).

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The Texan single-handedly demo-ed the deck.  I have never seen such enthusiasm; he was up there hopping around, tearing things apart like a deranged orangutan. And laughing. There was a lot of really disturbing laughing.

When the white dog came around the corner and discovered that her beloved deck was gone, she was sad….so, so sad….

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So sad.

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Chance hides in the plants to avoid doing any actual work.

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The white dog anchors the dirt pile for us.  You know….in case of a freak windstorm.

The morning after demo, this was my view out the kitchen screen door:

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What’s more dangerous than a wobbly deck? No deck. Sketchy.  Even Millie-bird is concerned.

Fortunately, the new deck started going up immediately.

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The inaugural piece of white header board goes up.  Dang, I really need to paint the trim on those downstairs doors and windows so they match the upstairs….the old deck was such an eyesore that it distracted from my procrastination.

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Abbie and Chance test the new concrete stair landing for dryness.  It was dry.  No dog (or chicken) tracks in this pad, despite their best efforts.

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The main posts go in. Did I mention that the new deck is going to have a pergola over it just like the front deck? Thus the mega-tall posts.

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Millie and Chance take a break in the shade.

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The end of the first build day.

My view from the kitchen screen door the next morning:

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A little better….but still sketchy.

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By the end of work day two-ish, we had decking down….I would have to walk a little further than the kitchen door to plummet to my death.

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The pergola structure goes up….this was terrifying to watch, I’m not going to lie. Those beams were not light. Not even remotely.

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Once the decking was up, the dogs were strictly forbidden from being on it until we had railings. A certain yellow dog lives by his own rules, apparently.

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The Texan and the white dog survey the scene.  You can see where our ‘no dogs on the deck until there is railing’ policy probably went wrong.

It probably goes without saying….but, despite what it seems in these photos, when the actual demo and construction was going on, our animals were all locked safely out of harm’s way.  Please don’t let your pets stand under you when you are demo-ing your deck.  Also–learn from my mistakes….don’t wear flip-flops in a construction zone.  Trust me.

Also, though we did a large portion of the work ourselves, we did it under the guidance of a licensed contractor (and dear friend–THANK YOU does not cut it to him and to his family for all their help–YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!  You are the very best!).  Thank yous also go out to our neighbors, who came to assist with the myriad heavy lifting and painting, and who put up with a lot of racket for several weeks.  It truly takes a village (says the village idiot).

For now, this is all I’m going to show so that I can do a grand reveal (soon!) of the finished deck.  Is it finished?  As of this morning, I have about a dozen screw holes to patch, sand, and paint, and then, YES–the deck is finished.

The Deck of Death is finally the Deck of Destiny.  True story.

Close-Enough-to-Finished Master Bedroom Makeover

After of Master Bedroom Makeover from Farmhouse38Well, it’s finally pretty darn done.  I can barely believe it.

Let’s do the before and after tour, shall we?

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Master entry hallway, before.

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Entry hallway, after. Closet curtains are still there….the closet deserves its very own makeover post when our bank account recovers from this one.

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A close-up of our hallway photo wall. It is my intention to fill this whole wall, but all things in due time!

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Remember this? The main bedroom, before.

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The main bedroom, after. Love that plank feature wall. Love it.

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A great shot of the ‘starfish wall’ (tutorial coming soon!).

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The opposite wall, before.

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The opposite wall, after. Those collage photo frames? I was never really in love with them. But I had to use them somehow! See how I hacked them into this ‘stained-glass window’ wall decor in an upcoming tutorial post.

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Remember this before?….the all-important dog bed and cluttered nightstand.

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Same view, after. It wouldn’t be fair if Chance didn’t get a dog bed makeover, now would it? Those are the same ole Ikea Hemnes nightstands, with a bit of a color and distressed-finish upgrade.

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Here’s a good shot of our DIY weathered wood headboard (tutorial coming soon!). It’s nice to have an actual headboard….such grown-ups, we are!

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Here’s a little close up of the vignette on my nightstand. I heart pink peonies in a blue mason jar. I just heart them.

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Remember how the wall opposite the bed looked before? Abbie does.

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After. It’s amazing what a little bold color and crisp white trim will do to a wall, eh?  Although, it feels like something is missing….

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Ah. There we go.  Now we can move on.

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Tree branches: no master bedroom is complete without.

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The french door leading out onto what will soon be a lovely pergola-covered back deck. Right now, it is the deck of death; old and rickety and consummately terrifying.  We don’t go out there.  We don’t look at it.  We don’t even speak of it.

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Before: the view back down the hall towards the living room–aka, the escape route.

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Alas, the unfinished closets still require our attention, as does the attic hatch in the ceiling. Such is why this post is called ‘Close-Enough-to-Finished’. Close enough, it’s close enough.

That’s about the gist of it!

A few random notes here:  after doing our master bathroom makeover, and slapping that dark, dark, dark grey on the walls in such a small space, I arrived at two decisions.  The first is that I love dark walls with white trim–I adore the contrastiness of it (I like to make up words).  The second is that since the master bedroom is also a small and innately dark room, we should just own it and go dark on the walls there, too.  If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.  Of course, we tempered the darkness a bit by making the plank wall, as well as a lot of the linens, white.  That always helps.  So do pops of cheerful color.  I think part of the reason I drug my feet on this room for so long was that the voices in my head were at odds with each other over painting the walls some light, gentle color (as logic would dictate you do in a small, dark room).

We were also on the fence about whether we wanted to swap out the existing blue glass pendants for something else.  And when I say ‘we’, well, you probably know what I mean.  Functionally, the pendants are completely awesome–it is brilliant to not have a lamp to knock over on the nightstand (I may or may not flail my arms when I am asleep).  I personally love them, but I’m not 100% sure that they are 100% what I am looking for in those spots.  But do I ever need to be 100% sure about any design choice?  Nope.  I’d say pulling the decision trigger at a respectable 85% is fine.  So the pendants stay; I like the color, I like the transparency (they do, after all, hang in front of those windows), and I like the price tag (ie: already bought).  Works for me!

It is abundantly satisfying to be sleeping in a ‘finished’ room.  The bare drywall edged windows, primed walls, and mish-mashed furniture were great and all, but….change is good.

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The Start of the Finish of the Master Bedroom

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For those of you who have been keeping tabs on us, you know we’ve been through a pretty serious top to bottom renovation of our 105-year-old house.  After five years of of these shenanigans, we have finally gotten to the master bedroom, and as we put the finishing touches on it, I thought I would regale you with a series of ‘before’ shots to really get you in the mood.

The photo above shows the original master bedroom of the house when we bought it….I didn’t take many photos because we ripped into that part of the house so fast the ink was hardly dry on our escrow papers.  This isn’t a totally fair ‘before’ shot, either; you see, we didn’t even make this the master, or even a bedroom.  But you can see the master bath there, leering at you from the right-hand door….that awful, awful bathroom–we let that stay where it was, but did some pretty major tweaking to it (see that makeover here).  We chose to put the actual bedroom on the other side of the bathroom, in a room that was….well, we don’t even know what it was.  And strangely, I took no photos of it until we started ripping down ‘walls’ (I use quotes because what we found was that most of the walls in this house were actually 1×12 boards nailed up and covered with wallpaper.  The structure of the house defied physics and basic common sense).

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As you can see, we started a touch of demo when I snapped this picture.

Here’s a photo of the original master bedroom once we had started our gleeful destruction:

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Here, you can see where we are opening up the hallway that will lead to the new master bedroom.  You can also see the shards of ‘wall’ that are coming down.  Good times.

So eventually, we got some legitimate structural walls put up, you know….since this is a house with a roof and all, and arrived at a master bedroom that was finished but not finished.  You feel me?

For five years, the master has looked like this:

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The entrance hallway: to the immediate right is the master bath, and to the left is a series of curtained closets. Curtained closets are for people who can’t afford closet doors.

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I give you….the bedroom. In all it’s primed-wall, trimless, paintless glory.

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A hodge-podge of cast-off furniture completes a very sophisticated college-dorm look. Dang, this place really needs some black-light posters. The white dog would look pretty epic in black-light.   I digress.

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The all-important dog bed and cluttered nightstand.

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Looking back towards the hallway and closets.

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The escape route back to the living room.

I hate to do this to you, but this is it for now.  I just wanted to set the scene and show you how we’ve been living for the past several years.  The Texan is constantly baffled by my lack of initiative with this room and how I have let it stay like this for so long.  It’s very unlike me.  But I only just found my inspiration….so stay tuned, because the ‘After’ post is coming soon!  I swear.  Really, it is.

The Barmoire

This is not just a tale of re-purposed furniture.  This is the story of how a husky, dysfunctional, 90′s vintage TV cabinet almost ruined, then subsequently saved a marriage.  I’m not saying it’s mine, I’m just saying a marriage….My husband and I have lived through two house renovations, six moves, and countless DIYDS (do-it-your-damned-self) projects.  Yet it was this single, ugly, unfathomably heavy piece of furniture that turned us on each other.

This beast of an armoire sat in my childhood bedroom and housed my very first TV (and sadly, I never got any ‘before’ photos of it), and despite it’s then honey-oak stain and cheesy-country vibe, it was state-of-the-art with a pivoting, telescoping lazy-susan, two (TWO!!) VHS tape-storage drawers, and niches for a VCR and a cable box.  It was no joke.  It moved out of that room with me and into my two college apartments, then back home, and into every.single.subsequent. living arrangement that followed.  Why?  Because I was broke and it was a useful piece of furniture that stored a lot of crap.  When my husband and I moved into our first place together, even he admired the capacity it had for crap-storage.  One could only marvel.  It was at this time when we also acquired our first flat-screen TV, effectively rendering the armoire’s most basic utility completely useless.  So it was that when we moved from there, the debate began: why in the world were we lugging that awful, heavy, awkward thing along with us?  Why, indeed.  I had no answer.  I just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was meant for something bigger than being left on the curb to wallow.

Does anyone else hear angels singing?  Anyone?

So, yes, it continued to move everywhere with us, and with each hoist of it’s massive girth, the Texan grew more vocal in his threats that “This is the last time I’m moving this *$^@#&^ thing!”

Behold the riches….

It finally arrived in the farmhouse and was dumped into one of the downstairs bedrooms for safe-keeping.  Out of sight, out of mind.  The less the Texan saw it, the less likely he was to wax un-poetic about it.  It went through several failed reincarnations: first as craft-storage, then a wardrobe, then finally a linen closet.  But it always handled these occupations awkwardly, and every time I changed it’s job title, it inevitably needed a clothes bar hung in it, or a clothes bar removed from it, or a new coat of paint, or some tweak or another that required it to be moved outside to be worked on, then back inside yet again.  There was a lot of arguing over that thing.  Thankfully, there were always cocktails over that thing, too.  Cocktails have a way of making a stalemate feel like a win for both sides.  But finally, inevitably, we reached armoire-redo super-saturation.  My normally patient husband was fit to be tied, and there was a moment when he crossed his arms and gave me a look and I knew–I knew–my sweet old TV cabinet only had one more move left….and that was going to be to the curb.  And the Texan was going to be very jolly doing it.

Even I had to admit it was time.  But I didn’t have to like it.  There was some brooding that evening.  I brooded into my cocktail over the imminent loss of my armoire, and the Texan brooded into his cocktail over the fact that it was difficult to make said brooding cocktails due to the fact that we had no bar storage.  We had renovated the daylights out of our kitchen and great room and neglected the single most important element: the bar.  We had no bar storage.  That fateful evening, we locked eyes over the rims of our brooding cocktails and a mutual light bulb (albeit a very dim one) went off.  The solution to all of our marital problems had been staring us in the face with every disorganized cocktail we had made in the entire history of our relationship.  And there had been a lot of them.

My ungainly TV cabinet, with a few updates, would be, for ever more, The Barmoire.  Most importantly, we added three storage shelves to the vast interior of the TV section.  The lazy-susan remained, but actually became useful with the addition of a cutting board that can be pulled in and out for cocktail prep.  The interior sides of the doors were converted to pin-boards covered with cute, inexpensive dishtowels.  I gave the exterior it’s 98th, 99th, and 100th coats of paint, in the form of a weathered, chippy layered mint green.  The updates were short and sweet, and soon, the only thing left was to stock the thing to its gills.  Which we did, because we feel that it’s best to be prepared.  You just never know when you are going to need a brooding cocktail.

The Texan and I have been through a lot together.  Not the least of which was the complete renovation of this 100-year-old house.  But when guests show up at our door, and they want to see what we’ve done with the place, the tour inevitably begins and ends at the Barmoire with my starry-eyed husband singing its praises.  I have to laugh, but not too loud or I don’t get a cocktail made for me.

The boots are my dad’s from when he was a kid. They have nothing to do with the Barmoire; I just like them. So there they are.

Garage Makeover Reveal

As beautiful as it was in this ‘before’ shot (taken many, many, oh-so-many weeks ago) the garage was due for a complete refresh.  Afterall, I needed an art studio, not an art shanty.

After! All fresh-faced and functional.

The front of the studio (as it shall hence be known) got brand new, properly-functioning carriage-style doors, board and batten siding (to match the house), and some farmy decorative accents.

A little countrified vignette.

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

My grandfather’s rusty old spurs.

Some primitive wreathes that I can decorate as the seasons dictate.

Decorative wire garden edging hung upside-down along the eaves to serve as a trellis.

The west side of the garage before.

The west side of the studio, after.

The garden-side of the studio got two new, functioning windows, complete with bright shutters, as well as new board and batten siding and decorative trellis edging.

More garden-variety decorative wire edging re-purposed as a trellis for the grapevines and morning glory to dominate.

Fresh new snappies and pansies to accent the garden walkway along the studio.

Gotta love that conveniently-named “Farmhouse Red”….my favorite paint color by Behr…. same color as the front door of the Farmhouse.

With the outside finally signed, sealed, and delivered….it’s on to the inside….the Texan thought he was finished with this project….MUHAHAHAHAHA.  Not by a long shot.

Getting Halloweenie at the Farmhouse

Halloween is kind of a big deal in our town.  Every year we have thousands of people that come into town to see the lights and decorations, and well, we gotta keep up!  This year’s theme at the Farmhouse is ghosts, and while the actual ghost part of the decor won’t be unveiled until Halloween (gotta save something for the big night!), the rest of the decorations are up.

My second foray into DIY doormats…. “Boo” seemed a little too obvious, so I went with the evil laugh instead!

Is the cheesecloth drapery too cheesy? Don’t answer that.

Anyone see the creepy ghost in the window? The professional photo-bomber is at it again.

Oh, how I love me some gourds. The uglier, the better.

It’s all fun and games to have pretty decorations during the day, but in this town, you better have something to show for yourself at night:

The nighttime is the righttime.

I am obsessed with purple lights. I wish I could leave them up all year. But then I’d be THAT person….and I am already dancing on a real fine line.

It was hard to get a good photo of our hedge (because I was too lazy to haul out the tripod and expose this right), but suffice it to say, it is full of blinking eyes.

Very Sleepy Hollow….maybe that should have been my theme. I don’t know why I insist on having a theme.

This is an easy little twist on traditional jack-o-lanterns…strings of mini lights (timer and battery operated), wrapped around the pumpkins.

Fairy lights and pumpkins–so pretty!

The sad thing is: all this work and our house completely pales in comparison to what other people do around town….actually, it’s not sad, it’s awesome.

Happy Halloween!

Garage to Studio, Phase III

My apple butter bribery worked….the Texan and I got back to business on my art studio this weekend.  It’s a big moment….the front of the garage is the part we see from the house and the view has been a bit too deep-woods distillery for my tastes (if it was actually a distillery you know my feelings would be different).

Front of garage before.

In addition to pure aesthetics, we needed a strong dose of function.  Those old barn doors (though lovely with their eons of peeling, different colored paint) were so gap-toothed that full-sized tumbleweeds could blow in through them (in addition to a lot of dirt and dust).  Additionally, we had a frightening wind storm last winter that actually ripped one in half, and, as a quick fix, we screwed support boards to the inside that rendered one whole set of doors inoperable. In a nutshell, those doors needed to go (though I am keeping all that glorious chippy, painted old wood for other projects).  In order to use this space as an art studio, I need to be able to shut the dirt and debris from the outside world out, and shut the mess I make in.

Oh man….those hinges: a study in every kind of bad bolt and flathead screw known throughout history. All painted into place.

Jonathon removes each bolt by hand and loses quite a bit of knuckle in the process.

Jonathon, mid-curse, as he deals with the dreaded flathead screws.

After he frees one side of one hinge (of ten), we get a close-up view of the layers of paint.  Am I the only one who thinks this is pretty?  Jonathon doesn’t.

WHY!? Why do these exist?!!

This project is flushing a lot of these out to play.

Finally! One door is off….but the hinges defy logic.

Millie does quality-control on the trim for the new doors.

At the end of the day, the doors are off…but the hinges are still taunting Jonathon.

Abbie weighs in on the hinge. She decides we’d better bust out the reciprocating saw.

Millie manages the job site.

Routing out plywood for the new doors.

The router is my new obsession in life.

I am starting to regret allowing chickens in the construction zone.

Millie rocks the catwalk. Then she and the rest of her cohorts get banished to the back garden. I don’t need chicken**** on my freshly-painted doors, thank you.

The good news is that, since Phase IV is the interior of the studio, I’m not going to wait until after that to reveal the outside of the garage/studio.  The bad news is that Phase III took a lot longer than we anticipated, and it still isn’t ready for the big reveal either.  :-(  I know I am really dragging this out (not intentionally!).  So for now, how about a glimpse at the ‘after’ of the doors to tide us all over.

New weather-proof (hopefully), easy to operate, snazzy-looking carriage doors on my soon-to-be art studio.

What paint color is that, you ask?  It’s called ‘blood, sweat, tears and four-letter words’.  Exterior semi-gloss.

Garage to Studio, Phase II

In true Labor Day style, we got back to business on the garage this weekend.  Phase II (of four phases) is focused around the west wall of the garage, which began as a modge-podge of poorly-fitted corrugated sheet metal tacked up around an off-centered, non-functioning, 100-year-old window.  Don’t get me wrong–I actually loved that window (and was devastated when, a week after closing escrow, the guys we hired to clear the jungle that was our yard shattered the bottom pane out), but for my new studio’s sake, we needed more windows, and the current one wasn’t going to cut it (especially with the chicken wire we put over the bottom of it to ‘replace’ the missing glass).

First things, first….that window had to come out:

Jonathon strategizes.

Fingers crossed that the top portion of glass survives removal!

Huzzah! The window survives….and joins my ever-growing pile of re-usable s-crap.

With the window gone, it was time to get at that metal siding.

A lovely view.

We were sad to see this panel go….Racing bike-MEOW, indeed. I know it will shock everyone, but we did not write this.

Whilst Jonathon swung away with a mallet at those panels (and disturbed the peace for miles around), I was busy helping like this:

Oh, look! Pretty flowers!

And look at these pretty flowers!

So many pretty flowers….

Chance was helping, too.

After getting yelled at for my lack of focus (Chance didn’t get yelled at), I was assigned to a very important task: rusty nail collection.  As they popped out like bullets, I had to duck and cover, then scrounge for them in the bushes.  I’m important, you know.

My growing collection of rusty nails.

Finally, after A LOT of noise (there is nothing quite as beautiful as the siren song of a mallet on metal to win the good graces of our neighbors), the west wall was a nice little breezeway….

Anyone else feel a little uncertain about the integrity of this structure? Just me? Allrighty, then.

Afternoon shadows on the garage floor.

Abbie inspects the missing wall.

The next step was, of course, to reinforce the existing studs, and frame out for the new windows.  Unfortunately, once again, this is where I leave off in order to not give away the end result.  I’m all about suspense.

Oh, look! Pretty flowers!

Garage to Studio, Phase I

The front of the garage/barn, in all it’s 100-year-old glory.

One of the things that I loved about our house, upon first sight, was the ramshackle barn that is the garage.  It is the perfect spot for something that I have always dreamed about having: my very own, grown-up art studio.  But, in its current condition (though it is such a fun photo-shoot backdrop), it just doesn’t pass muster: dirt and debris seem magnetically drawn through the cracks and crevices of those old barn doors, the electrical is worrisome, at best, and with no insulation, it is a sweat lodge in the summer and an ice box in the winter.  For the last four years, I have pined bitterly for my studio, but with all the work that needed our attention/funds in the house, it has routinely found itself at the bottom of the priority list.  But finally, finally! we are moving forward with it, and I am beside myself with excitement to be able to get my art back on.  It’s going to be a lengthy process, so to adequately cover it from start to finish, there will be many more posts to come.  Everyone’s on the edge of their seat, I know.

The west side of the barn, though charmingly shabby, is getting a face-lift, too.

So somehow, after starting the weekend like this:

….we managed to get our butts to work.  The current interior of the garage, I am embarrassed to say, is a dark, disorganized, post-apocalyptic outpost that looks something like this:

Notice the chubby kitty to the left. She’s hard to miss.

The first phase of the project called for building a large storage closet in the back corner of the barn.  But first, the area had to be cleared, including removing all the haphazardly attached odds and ends of wood that were tacked along the walls, as well as removing the morning glory vines that had grown inside and turned it into The Not-So-Little Shop of Horrors.

The cool salvaged machine-shop shelving is staying….just had to get it untangled from the death-clutch of the vine beast.

Jonathon measures the freshly-cleared space. Notice the ‘window to nowhere’ on the right-hand side. That’s staying. It’s awesome.

Abbie helps Jonathon with an engineering issue.

A small handful of the THOUSANDS of old nails we pulled out of the various mish-mash of materials that were tacked up to act as interior paneling.

The growing pile of mish-mash that was pulled off the walls….keeping all of it, of course, to use in future fun projects. This place is an old-wood gold mine!

One of several sets of old, rusted, lovely shelf brackets salvaged from the barn walls. Definitely going to be up-cycled! I love me some junk.

The skeleton of the new closet goes up!

Unfortunately, since we are far from done, I am going to reserve all ‘after’ shots until the whole thing is done.  Oh, the humanity!

Phase II coming soon….

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