Operation Fix this Fucking House is fully underway. We have a lot of preliminary stuff to do before we can bring in the big guns (electrician & plumber), including giving IKEA about $1600 of our hard-earned cash before all is said and done. Damn IKEA- with your tantalizing fat-free frozen yogurt cones for a dollar- I can't escape your Hostensnaarsgord clutch.
Here is a picture of the color I was originally going to paint the entryway, but then I decided that baby-poop greenish brown is not what I want greeting visitors to my home. Even Ralph Lauren baby-poop greenish brown.
I wanted something striking and different but not too dark or a color I'd get sick of right away. This room was painted with a semi-gloss Chinese red that I loved (with a gold-painted ceiling), but it had to go.
I settled on a soft metallic silver (again, Ralph Lauren- the metallics are worth the $$).
I love it, and when I finally get curtains, my fancy new light and get the rug in there it will be fabulous.
The reason for so many trips to Grundalhortenbordland/IKEA is that we own a 100+ year-old house that had exactly ONE closet when we bought it- a small coat closet in the entry.
We worked around that horrifying (to me) issue by converting a room attached to our bedroom into a "closet room" that usually looked like this:
While having an entire room as a closet is lovely, we are now taking 2/3 of that room and adding a master bath, leaving only a small walk-through closet. I cannot live with only a "small walk-through closet." Nope. I have few (read: MANY) demands, but on this issue I can't budge.
So... we're adding gigantic storage units/armoire type things (93" high) in the entryway, our bedroom and the guest room in order to give us somewhere to hang our clothes.
This is where IKEA comes into play. They have all kinds of these things in all kinds of colors.
We had no choice.
This is the first one, in the entryway:
You can't tell from the pic, but it is a behemoth. Huge.
#2 is currently being assembled by the Mr. in the bedroom. He was making good progress last time I checked, but I just heard him turn the TV in there on to The Simpsons, so I'm starting to doubt that it will be completed today.
Oh Homer, you are both my hero and my nemesis.
Right now I'm in the process of getting dinner ready. Nothing too exciting, just herbed turkey burgers & potato salad.
I got these adorable little new potatoes at the farmer's market. I didn't want to have to cut too many of them up, so I thought just boiling them whole & then tossing them with a lemon/mint/parsley/dill vinaigrette would be best.
Before we eat, I'll toss some crumbled feta in there. Yum.
Pooter and Trouble say "hey."
Other than a minor psychological breakdown (thanks to y'all for your lovely words) which I am completely recovered from, the weekend was very, very nice. My house may be a total pit from all of the projects, I may have ate my weight in junk, and I'm pretty sure I haven't washed my hair in 4 days (I can't remember- don't worry, I'll be taking care of this tonight), but I did get to go down an Alpine Slide, I kicked ass driving go-carts, I got to hang with friends at a BBQ, attend a day of birthday festivities, get a bazillion loads of laundry done and make out with my cats, so I'll put this weekend in the "win" column.
And, another exciting! jury duty! update!:
My alleged singular week of performing my civic duty will be stretching into week two tomorrow.
I am so bored with and sick of the whole thing. I can't wait until I can tell y'all about it so you can re-live the boredom with me. I started counting the freckles on my arm the other day while sitting there listening to the riveting testimony. Riveting.
The word "sequestered" has been used more often than I am comfortable with. Staying in a hotel with 11 strangers a mere 2 miles from my own comfy house is of no interest whatsoever to me.
Hmmm...I wonder if the hotel will have wi-fi. Do you think that "blogging while sequestered" is allowed? Can I bring my cats?
I'll keep you posted on my findings...