The weekend kicked off with what seemed to be our biggest plumbing project ever. Mainly because it required turning off water to the entire house (which involved me sticking my hand down a muddy, bug-filled hole in the front yard with a tiny wrench as my only weapon.) We were fixing a small leak the floor guys created when they re-installed our bathroom pedestal sink. It couldn’t be fixed by simply turning off the water under the sink because that shut-off valve was the very source of our problem. And the last thing we wanted was a leak onto our new floor. Luckily, we had been able to temporarily tame the leak by turning off
So you saw how we made way for grass in the backyard (not quite ready for an “after” picture yet) but we never mentioned that we were also reseeding the front yard. Consider this your official notice. I’m experiencing yard déjà vu because it was just last fall that we did our major front yard makeover by removing the jungle that completely obscured our house and replaced it with much-less-obstructive grass. It made a huge difference, as you can see here. Now, we’ve been forced (somewhat unwillingly) into growing grass again because of a dying tree. That big, forked tree that you can see on the right side of our main blog photo was on
Remember that old, gross wallpaper we found after demoing the chair rail in our dining room turned third bedroom? Well, over the past couple of weeks we’ve uncovered some other “interesting” design choices made by the original owners. For instance, when the kitchen cabinets came down we found this toothpaste green paint under the sink: And when the floor guys took up the layers of linoleum on Monday, they revealed the original faux-brick flooring (to match the faux-brick backsplash, maybe?): I can’t even wrap my mind around how this floor and the paint looked with the knotty pine cabinets and “green monster” appliances. But the kitchen wasn’t the only room showcasing questionable patterns and colors.
Someone stole our washer and dryer. Well, sort of. Sherry got a call today from our now-former-best-friend Robert at Lowe’s who, if you recall, had scored us a great deal on some appliances a couple weeks ago. Robert’s news: They accidentally sold our washer and dryer. ???!??!?!!!??!?!!!??!?????!!!!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?????!!!! Now that that’s out of my system I’ll continue. Apparently, some mastermind at Lowe’s delivered our spankin’ new Whirlpool appliances to a family that had actually bought the floor models at a discount. Lucky family, eh? Since Lowe’s can’t get ours back AND they were the only ones left in stock in Richmond, what do we get stuck with – you guessed it – the floor models. I’ll
I couldn’t help but share this only-slightly-off-topic article from today’s Washington Post called Taking a Whack Against Comcast (it has to do with a hammer, so it’s home related, right?). I had originally read this story a couple weeks ago in a local paper, after a front-page photo caption caught my attention – it read: “What the hell? I’m 75!” The Post was a little more restrained with their captioning, but the story is the same: Comcast screws with old lady. Old lady gets angry. Old lady takes hammer to Comcast office. Things in Comcast office get smashed. Cops arrest old lady. Peasants (i.e. Comcast customers like myself) rejoice. Not that I’m endorsing her technique,
Put a fork in ’em, cause they’re done. Actually, on second thought, please don’t get anything sharp or scratchy near the new hardwood floors. It took two full days, but the floors are officially in and officially awesome. It’s mind-blowing how they (along with all the wider doorways) totally enhanced this part of the house. It looks completely and amazingly updated…well, except for the still-gutted kitchen. Here’s documentation of the transformation: Old linoleum covered in construction dust… is now glossy hardwood. 4 different foors in 4 different rooms… become only 2. There’s plenty more to share about the flooring adventure, but it’ll have to wait because right now we’re enjoying our “new wing” too much.
On an unrelated note: everyone move to Richmond! In a tooting-your-own-horn moment, The Richmond Times-Dispatch ran an article yesterday about why the housing market has remained “healthy” in Richmond, despite the nationwide slump. Apparently we’ve got affordable housing (median home price is $240K), a balanced supply and demand, plus stable housing prices that are likely to remain on an upward trend. And to finish it off: “Our highway network, expanded airport, historic character and other factors all will continue to make central Virginia a location where people will want to put down long-term roots. And because Richmond will continue to be a great place to call home, it will also continue to be a wonderful
7:30pm, Monday- SHERRY: Floors are looking great so far, right? JOHN: Definitely. You agree, Burger? (Burger stands in silent agreement) SHERRY: Do you think it’s weird that there’s no baseboard here against the brick? JOHN: No, it’s fine. SHERRY: Yeah, you’re right. It’s fine. 11:00pm, Monday- SHERRY: I’ve been thinking, it is weird that there’s no baseboard there. JOHN: What? No, it looks fi- SHERRY: TOTALLY weird. JOHN: Okay. So what do you want to do? SHERRY: Get a baseboard and have the floor guys install it. JOHN: But the floor guys’ last day is tomorrow and we can’t buy any baseboards tonight because Lowe’s closed an hour ago. SHERRY: Can you get it tomorrow
The last couple weeks we’ve had paint on the brain. And this weekend we finally got paint on the walls…and our hands, clothes, hair, etc. We had 3 reasons for the painting extravaganza: Flow: All the widened doorways make the house feel more open and connected, but our old schizophenic paint scheme (which included celedon, turquoise, seafoam, butter yellow, and about three shades of brown) was fighting it. Trend: We’ve seen soothing neutral colors all over design magazines and model homes, so it felt like it was time to ditch the turquoise for a more sophisticated palette. Necessity: All this demo left a lot of things “putty” and “drywall” colored, so almost every room was
“Im in a bubble again. This time of the mason’s making.” That’s the text message I got from Sherry yesterday, announcing the surprise arrival of Richard-the-mason. We weren’t expecting him until today, but were psyched to see him and his crew show up early to start the brick doorway job. And man is it a messy job. They’ve hung plastic membranes everywhere and coated a couple floors with brown paper, but it still feels like there’s not only dust, but brick and cinder block crumbs everywhere. Not to mention the crew’s half-empty water bottles and used dust masks. They’ve promised to clean up more thoroughly today when they’re done (cross your fingers…that they finish and