Sunday, November 23, 2014

TP Saves the Day!!

I am THE QUEEN of losing things. Especially things that I use often, and more especially things that I just had in my hands. On a side note, I have actually lost things that had just been in my hand, and I was neglecting to acknowledge that said thing was *still* in my hand.  Today I needed the skinny-ended attachment for the vacuum that allows you to suck things up in the corners and crevices, and I knew that I had *just* seen it yesterday over in the corner in that other room. So I go to the corner of that other room, and find every single other attachment... just not the skinny one.

I attempted to use the brush attachment. It worked. Kinda. But not really.

So while looking all over the rest of the house for this oh-so-important attachment, I tried to think of what else I could do... besides run to my truck in the freezing rain and make yet another stop at Home Depot. Who all know me by name now, so I'm trying to make less of an appearance there.

When I checked the bathroom, my eyes landed on the freshly empty toilet paper roll. And since I'm all about "reduce, re-use, recycle", I figured it was worth a shot. I was hoping that one end of one thing would be bigger than the other (the end of the paper roll vs the end of the vacuum hose), but that wasn't the case. They were exactly the same diameter. So I busted out the widest painters tape on hand and wrapped those two ends together. Crossed my fingers, and turned on the vacuum....



And nope. Not working. The roll was way too long and the open end sucked itself together immediately. So I cut more than half of the length off. Turned the vacuum on again. And again, it sucked itself shut.

Since I really didn't want to make the trip to Home Depot for this single $3.00 item, I was now on a mission to make this thing work. I figured I would somehow have to either separate the opening without whatever it was getting sucked into the vacuum (impossible with what I had on hand), or that I had to reinforce the walls of the opening. Since the painters tape was right there, I tore off two pretty long pieces for each side, and taped then from way inside the tube to way outside the tube. I truly had no faith that this flimsy tape was going to actually reinforce the paper tube well enough that I could vacuum twenty linear feet...



But it worked!! YES!! No trip to Home Depot!! And what makes this all the more better is that I am free to lose this make-shift skinny edged sucker attachment because there will always be an abundance of rolls on hand. Well, not an abundance, but at least one. :-)

Friday, November 21, 2014

She's All Grown Up!

This adorable house is the place that has been getting my blood, sweat, and tears over the past few months. The weather is changing for the worst in the South, so I had to get on the exterior. I don't think I can properly express how difficult it was to pick paint colors that weren't in the brown family to coordinate with both the stone and brick, and at one point I almost decided to paint either one just so that the decision would be a bit easier.

The main issue was that every color that I did choose looked great on the large swatches... but once painted onto the surfaces they changed. The perfect grey with green and yellow turned purple. The tans and taupes for the gables all turned bright white. It just wasn't working.

One of the painter's had a swatch deck, and I quickly choose the darkest green-grey I could find and stuck with the only taupe that didn't turn white for the gables. The green-grey did change a bit... it's much more blue than I anticipated. And the taupe turned tan. But I couldn't be happier with the result. All of the green is gone, and this adorable house finally looks all grown up.

A note on a small dilemma: Who ever painted the light green used a sprayer and no shields, and got the green paint all over the brick and stone. It was especially bad around the base of the house (the green ranged from halfway up the first brick to covering entire bricks all the way around the house). I attempted a few different ways of getting the paint off, but nothing worked. So I opted to paint the first layer of brick over the concrete base all the way around (you'll notice this in the last photo). Honestly, I think it grounds the house even more than if no paint had ever gotten on the brick while giving it a bit more character. So for anyone with this same dilemma, don't be afraid to cover up what you have to.











Thursday, November 6, 2014

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark...

So much has been happening over the past couple months... Some good, some bad, some downright ugly, and much comedy. It's been a bit overwhelming renovating two houses at the same time being one single little person, so this blog is suffering for it. My apologies! But know that I will be giving some massive updates over the months to come. Until then, I wanted to leave you with the major exterior transformation of one of the houses, specifically the one that I will be living in one day.

The Before Photo... with the putrid mint green.
My taste definitely veers towards the darker side, and I have quite the fondness for greys. Once I saw this house in person and realized what I thought was yellow brick was actually brick painted tan, I truly thought that I was going to paint the brick a soft grey. But a neighbor right across the street had used a similar color as his main color, and I just didn't want to match it. So I got some samples. All were various shades of grey, which, after perusing Pinterest all too often, were much darker than I had anticipated. But the one I fell in love with was a deep dark navy blue. Still not sure why that was the color that hooked me, since I'm just not a navy person.


I sent the sample photos (which were definitely not accurate representations, but they gave an idea) to and called Mom and a few of my more artsy friends to get their opinions... since my staring at the choices in person was laving me open for comments such as "You realize you're crazy, right?!" from the painters. Only one person was as convinced as I was about this almost black paint. But I went with it anyway...


More green, more blue, more black, more olive... Greys.
When I drove up after the body was done, the next question was what was I going to cover that horrific green with (in case you haven't noticed, I really dislike all shades of mint green). I'm accustomed to this style of house having three different colors (when the brick has been painted)... the body/brick color, the trim color, and the accent (where the green is). And I'm accustomed to the accent color being darker than the body. But in this case, the only choice that left me with was black. Which would have been beautiful, especially with the bone color I chose for the trim, but I really didn't want to scare off the neighbors. I found a dark burgundy that would have also worked, but I felt that it may have made this house look too feminine... and possibly made me look like a patriot that fell down the rabbit hole. I also chose a teal that was lovely, but looked too similar to the body color. So I went against everything that I'm accustomed to and used the body color as the accent. And I couldn't be happier with the result.


Excuse the bag... It was yard day.