I spy

I have been so intensely focused on completing my largest bedroom, I let the other two disintegrate into dusty collections of tools, art supplies, and linens that have been displaced from closets.  Things are looking pretty dysfunctional around here.  So even though I never want to measure another baseboard ever again, I’m slowly plowing my way through the finishing details of my middle bedroom.

When the old closet walls came out of this room, they left two long gaps in the laminate flooring.  And even though the previous homeowners left a personal museum’s worth of stuff in the basement, when I ventured down there to check for more laminate, none could be found.  (Why??  Why leave me a fishing pole and a box full of arrows and a car maintenance manual from the 70’s, but no extra flooring?  You must have had some!)  The stuff isn’t marked with a brand name, either.

Since I figured it would be impossible to track down, last weekend I went off to Lowes and bought the cheapest box of laminate that I could find in this color family.  I quickly discovered I had bought a different brand when I attempted to insert a new board into one of the gaps and realized that the arrangement of tongues and grooves was slightly different.  Out came a chisel, a knife, and more than a few nasty words.

The good news is that in the end, I got them to fit together very well.  The bad news…

It’s like playing a game of “What’s wrong with this picture?”

OK, so most of the floor is printed with a pattern of 3″ boards, but in a few spots it switches to 2″.  You’d think I’d care, but I just don’t.  I suppose it’s because I straight up hate laminate flooring anyway (a picture of wood glued to particle board?  Seriously?), and the only reason this floor isn’t getting torn out is cost.  And inconvenience.  And the generation of more dust.  And the probable poor condition of the sub-floor below it.  And my mom’s advice to stop ripping my house to pieces.

Let’s file this floor under “good enough” and move on.  I’m probably going to stick a bunch of furniture over there, anyway.

Day 58: Finished, with pictures to prove it

The day (glorious day 58) has finally come. My main bedroom is complete. But before I show the rest of the finished product, we have to dwell on these hideous “before” shots one more time. I know it’s painful.

I took these in March ’09, which is when I thought I was about to start fixing up this bedroom. Ha. Hahahaha.

This is how the adventure starts: with yellow and blue paint, green awnings, and a drop ceiling. (Note that the ceiling hits right above the window trim.)

Small closets with poor organization systems.

Wasted space and awkward bed placement thanks to the stovepipe hidden in that drywall…protrusion? Box? Thing you have to walk around in order to enter the room? Constant source of aggravation?

Anyway. I won’t subject either of us to any more photos of fug.

But one more thing before we get to the after pictures: I need to thank my parents, who were major financial contributors to this project. So much so that I joked with my boyfriend that there ought to be bench or a brick with their names on it somewhere in here. Perhaps I could engrave the brick that fell out of the ceiling as I tore it down. Or perhaps we should start referring to this corner of the house as the “Pat and Mike Honorary Wing.”

Either way, I just wanted to be honest and admit that I did not do this alone. My contractors were also awesome, leaving this blog with a complete lack of painful-yet-entertaining contractor horror stories. Also awesome: my boyfriend, who shared his tools and who helped me paint this sucker twice.

OK, here goes. Let’s start with the biggest change: the ceiling.

As you can probably tell from those windows, the contractors were able to raise the ceiling about two feet. I can’t stand on my toes and touch it anymore! They also gave me lots of insulation, plus four recessed lights and a brand new ceiling fan.

The closets were completely torn out and rebuilt. Unlike the old closets, these have doors that match their full width (so I won’t be fishing around for sweaters that have fallen into corners).

I went with a deep glossy purple paint for the doors, which I love. Love. It’s fun and bold, but with just enough seriousness. The color also looks killer against the orange of my dresser. It took five coats of paint to reach this level of saturation, but it was worth it.

Live and learn. And then buy a darker primer.

But the insides of the closets are obviously the best part. The big double closet on the right for clothes…

…and the little closet on the left for shoes, bags, belts, laundry, and toiletries.

This is all organized with the Ikea Antonius system. I have to say, even though the pictures make me look completely OCD, it’s so nice to have all of my accessories visible! I find I’m far less likely to grab my standard uniform of a black shirt, gray pants and black shoes now that all of my other options are laid out infront of me.

And in between the closets:

The old stove pipe space is completely inverted; where there was once a protruding box, now I have an inset bookshelf.

I’m using the middle shelf as a tiny vanity, with an adjustable wall-mounted light from Ikea to help me see what I’m doing.

The jewelry stand is from Urban Outfitters, but the jewelry itself is largely Etsy (I love Edor’s shop for its simple, classic necklaces) and local craft fair purchased, with a few pieces from my Mom.

The top shelf is more flexible and will probably get rearranged often as I amass more books and art.

More craft fair purchases (bird by Rachel Reinfurt), plus a cyanotype that I made with lots of help from Jorj Bauer.

This is all that remains of the stove pipe. Since I converted the wood stove in the living room to gas, it no longer needs to vent through to the ceiling. Now I just have this little floor vent to carry up some heat from the living room below. The carpet is working out well, too. It’s unobtrusive and fun to walk on and easy to clean.

So that covers the new layout. Now let’s talk about furniture!

My bed is a basic Ikea Malm (also known as the bed most likely to bruise your shins), and I’m so happy to have it in a place where both sides are now accessible without climbing. The painting above was done by me, on an old window pane that the previous owners left behind. (I’ve got another in the basement — want a painting?)

My side table was trash picked. I’m not sure if it really fits my style, so I haven’t attempted to refinish it. I would probably prefer something a little less frilly. But the new modern lamp (Ikea) against the old scroll-legged table is oddly appealing to me, so for now it stays.

I had wanted a big leaning mirror here — one that would rest on the floor — but Ikea’s version was too wide for the space. I might look at other options, but this old $10 Target mirror (with a fresh coat of paint) works pretty well.

The dresser is from my original childhood bedroom set. I think I’ve had it since I was six. It has definitely seen better days — I regularly spilled nail polish remover on it as a teenager — but with a little oil and wax it still cleans up pretty good. I decorated it with a little succelent garden.

The chair was also trash picked; at some point I’ll reupholster it. The bag is by Etsy seller valhallabrooklyn, who I am reluctant to link to because each time I do a friend buys “my” purse in a different color. Aww who am I kidding? I love giving props to talented people, and she was such a pleasure to work with.

The windows have two roller blinds; an outer screen and an inner blackout blind, both from Ikea. I didn’t want to deal with complicated curtains in the bay window, and this arrangement works perfectly and looks elegant.

So that’s it! A two-month project is finally finished. The house is not finished, of course, but I’ll still be sipping an adult beverage and doing the happy dance later today. What do you think?

Day 51: 14 hours, 18 pictures, 3 meals

I took a day off from work and devoted the hours between 7:00am and 9:00pm solely to working on wrapping up this bedroom renovation. I only stopped to eat, tweet, and to take the following progress shots (and food shots, too!).

So here’s what you would have seen if you had been foolish enough to join me for this 14-hour final push:

Above: painting baseboards, some final drywall patching, installing and caulking closet trim, painting bookshelves, breakfast.

Cutting and installing baseboards, lunch, oh crap I broke an outlet cover, creating a support system for the bookshelves (a system which you should not copy, because I’m fairly certain a professional would snort disdainfully if he saw me designing bookshelves that rest on screw heads).

Routed grooves in the bookshelves to hide their screw supports and installed the first shelf, put a bird on it (can you spot Paisley, my lucky little hand-sewn friend? I bought her the week I got offered a new job!), trip to Ikea, two new lamps purchased and set up.

So I now have a tiny little vanity shelf with a wall-mounted adjustable lamp and standing mirror, where I can do makeup in the morning. It’s a sweet set up. Maybe a little too sweet. I keeping looking over my shoulder to make sure I don’t in fact live with someone who would not appreciate purple closets and stuffed paisley birds.

But no, I can do whatever I want. It just feels like I’m getting away with murder here, for some reason. Like, just wait until you see the closet I have devoted to neatly organizing and displaying shoes, bags and belts. It’s shameful. But so awesome.

Anyway, I think I might have this whole project wrapped up on Sunday. I have a dresser to oil and wax, and two more bookshelves to install (these will probably hold actual books and art, not just annoyingly cute Urban Outfitters necklace stands, I promise). I could use a few more art pieces for a blank wall, but that will have to wait until I can thrift some more picture frames.

So we’re aiming for 53 days total. Ouch. We’re at the point where finishing this thing warrants a bottle of champagne. Right? Say yes.

Day 42: Don’t Panic

I’m still here. With pictures!

Work is progressing slowly. My available time is hovering around one weekend day per week, plus a few mid-week evening hours when I can manage it. Consequently, this project is poking along. On the one hand, I made myself a promise that I would not move my bed back upstairs until I had installed baseboards. On the other, sleeping in the dining room seriously sucks. So on Sunday I compromised:

I installed one board. Good enough!

So the bed is back where it belongs. The little patterned wool throw I grabbed in the IKEA as-is section for $10 while I was shopping for window blinds. It will probably live downstairs at some point. But it’s so drab in here that I’m keeping it nearby for now.

I finally – finally! – got these closet doors back up. I have a set of double doors and a set of single, and I had taken them all apart to paint them. When I started to run out of paint I thought I should re-hang everything and just concentrate of the front faces of the doors. I should have numbered them. The single doors are a quarter of an inch wider than the double doors (who does that?!), and of course I mixed them up and caused myself a huge headache. Also headache worthy: all of the doors scraped against the new carpet. So they were all given a bit of a shave with a miter saw and a palm sander.

The doors need another coat of this purple, but I do like the variation in the color here. Perhaps when they’re solidly purple I’ll go back over them with an uneven wash of inky blue.

Next up: Lots and lots and lots of trim!

Day 32: Do Over

Jack was nice enough to help paint this crazy bedroom of mine last weekend, and he was nice enough to come back and do it all over again this weekend. He’s actually the one who found this paint color (Behr’s Almond Cream), which we tested for the proper ratio of tan-ness to gray-ness by dragging a big patch of leftover carpet with us to the hardware store.

I don’t know why this carpet was so hard to match, but there were very few pale, neutral colors that we could find to complement it. What we ended up picking is dangerously close to boring old beige.

But if the carpet loves it (and I think it will once all of the drop cloths are moved out), I love it. In this house I’ve definitely been gravitating towards quiet wall colors, preferring to treat the rooms like blank canvases to fill with more interesting stuff. Such as that lovely chair (in the top picture) that I trash picked and will some day refinish. Since my furniture tends not to match and I decorate with whatever objects I find interesting, sticking with unobtrusive paint colors gives me a little more freedom to move things around.

So with the walls painted, here’s the to-do list for the rest of the room:

  1. Hang the closet organization system. Did that today.
  2. Find a window treatment for my bay windows. I’m avoiding curtains and will hopefully DIY a solution with two rolling blinds: an inner blind to block street lights at night and an outer blind to filter daylight.
  3. Paint, cut and attach baseboards.
  4. Paint, cut and attach shelves for the built-in bookcase.
  5. Finish painting the closet doors purple.
  6. Hang closet doors and trim.
  7. Dance.

I probably won’t get to step 7 next weekend, due to the nastiness of step 3. But we’re so very close!

Day 29: Close, but not there

Well, the carpet is here!

I like the texture and the pattern. I like walking on it. I’m sitting on a pile of carpet remnants right now.

The color, though, isn’t perfect. I was hoping for something a little darker and a little cooler. The warmth of it works well with the wood tones in the house — and it’s actually inspiring me to try to fix up the laminate floors in the other two bedrooms because the color coordination in the thresholds is so nice (I don’t have a picture of this, so you’ll have to trust me). But unfortunately, I think the carpet color is not playing nice with the bedroom wall color. They’re similar in shade but different in temperature — one a little cool and one a little warm — which makes them buzz against each other unpleasantly.

I think the (cheapest!) fix for this is to brighten up my wall color, from a pale gray to a maybe-even-slightly-paler tan. The color I experimented with in the second bedroom might actually be the right one:

Subtle difference, I know. Even the names of the colors are similar — Silver Leaf as opposed to Silver Drop. And it’s going to be a pain in the butt to repaint. I’ll do a test patch soon and see if that moves me to tackle the job.

Honestly, I’m running out of steam on this bedroom renovation. Instead of working on tying up loose ends tonight, I’m sitting by the TV and debating whether my next course of action should be taking a bubble bath or consuming a plate of bacon. I suppose the answer is “both.”

Day… I’m too tired to look it up

Ok. Fatigue with the project is setting in.

This thing looks better, though! You’re probably not supposed to patch wood with drywall compound, but the contractors left a bucket of it so this repair was free. Since my art school days, I have been a firm believer that spackle (and related products) solves all problems. And the only thing better than spackle is free spackle.

There are approximately six coats of it on this board. I think there may be six coats on my brain, as well. Certainly up my nose.

I had hoped to prime this thing today but of course, I’m behind schedule. With the carpet coming on Monday I have myself convinced that any work I ever wanted to do in my hallway should be done NOW. For the last four days I’ve run home from my job, grabbed the putty knife, and attempted to patch every fingernail-sized scratch in sight. I even got up at 6:00am on Tuesday in order to fit two spackle layers in on one day. I need to stop and get this thing painted, already!

Ugh. You guys. I would show you more pictures, but seriously, I’m so exhausted. I shouldn’t even be typing right now. In fact, I’m going to bed.

(Don’t even tell me to put a bird on it. I’m too wiped out to check Youtube so I won’t know what that means until approximately next Tuesday. Although this is kind of hilarious.)

Day 20: All by mysellllllfffff… /Celine Dion

Over past three weeks it has felt strange having all of these people in my house doing manual labor for me. I think I’ve missed sweating over my own grunt work a bit. Luckily, I now have this mess to deal with:

The last of the purple carpet!

As much as a loathe the purple carpet, I hadn’t yet ripped this last bit of it out because I didn’t really want to deal with what was under it. The carpet was hiding a very old baseboard that I can only assume is covered in lead paint, and nailed to the wall on top of the baseboard is a little strip of wood (studded with a bajillion carpet tacks). Probably because this wall is the original plaster and a bit wavy, someone picked a wood strip that was a little narrower than the width of the board below it. That’s going to make it very difficult to patch this sucker up and pretend that it’s one nice, tall baseboard.

I tried removing the little strip, but it in turn is covering up some crumbling plaster. This house has layers and layers of hidden WFT moments. Touch one thing and three more fall apart. So the little strip stays, and I lined it up as best I could with the face of the old baseboard and fixed it in place like that. Now I’m patching and skimcoating the entire thing so that I don’t have to sand lead paint. Finally I’ll add a little molding to the top, to cover any gaps between the little board and the wall.

It won’t look perfect but it is a 91 year-old house. And my mother has advised me to stop punching unnecessary holes in it. She’s probably right.

As I’m working on the baseboard I have so many other things to accomplish. The contractors have cleared out, and it’s now my job to paint the bedroom and all of its (unhung) trim before the carpet comes on Monday. Then the guys will come back for a few hours and hang the trim / adjust the closet doors.

Then it will be the time on Sprockets when we dance.

Fundraising Auction

I had a contractor come out to the house on Friday, and he worked up a plan for fixing my bedroom ceiling. To raise money for this project, I’m auctioning off all of the weird stuff I’ve found during demolition and basement cleanup. Bid confidently, my friends, knowing that you can own an authentic piece of Crap from Lauren’s House.

First up, one brick. Decent condition. Surprisingly red. Very much affected by the law of gravity.

Next, this pretty little lady who was found in a closet wall:

She has a personalized inscription on the back and was probably a gift from a high school friend of the woman who lived in the house before me. I guess I shouldn’t accept bids on this one. I’ll probably try to return it to her.

But this! This is worth bidding on!

C’mon, I know someone out there still has a carburetor. And couldn’t we all use a little brushing up on our grille identification skills?

Personally, I won’t date a man who can’t tell the difference between a ’67 Comet and a ’66 Fairlane.

And now we come to the weirdest, most disturbing Piece of Crap:

When I first saw this, I thought “Oh cool, vintage frame to steal.” Then I saw “hair lip.” And now I just don’t know what to think.

This is a reprinting of one of Benjamin Franklin’s records of patients admitted to the Pennsylvania Hospital in the 1750s. Which certainly sounds cool, but do you really want to walk past this thing in your hallway every day and ponder 18th century treatments for ulcers? (Maybe you do. If so, bid!)

Also, does that say “Palsy of the Bladder?” And prolapse of the — oh God, never mind. If I write the full phrase out, my blog will get traffic for all the wrong reasons.

Their cancer cure rate was quite remarkable, though.

So leave a comment and tell me what it’s all worth to you, readers! Construction starts on Monday.