Monday, September 26, 2016

Picture This: Week 39, 2016.

Obligatory prelude: I've done a picture-a-day project for the past couple years. I usually debate its continuation annually, but it was a no-brainer this year.  This series keeps me posting when nothing else will write itself.  I will be trying to post more regularly otherwise! Besides, as last year, I like it as a part of posting the ordinary and capturing daily life. Check out past posts through the picture-a-day tag.

September 19, 2016

We've stockpiled ourselves into a regular hardware store.


September 20, 2016

This could be a plant study.  I think another leaf has died since this picture was taken.


September 21, 2016

Copper, hugging my knee.  I love little furbie hugs.


September 22, 2016

Henry stretches are so sweet.  This isn't the best capture, but I'll get one.  I'll get the perfect Henry stretching picture. 


September 23, 2016

Flight 93 Memorial.


September 24, 2016

The best part of Penn State is the creamery.


September 25, 2016
 
 Home is my heart. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

These tables gave me an identity crisis.

I read many more blogs than my participation on this site would imply.  The reasons for that are the subject of a different post I probably won't write, but that's not the point.  I'm using that to introduce this idea: just because you brought something into your home, it doesn't mean you have to be shackled to that decision.

That's paraphrased from an episode of the Chris loves Julia podcast.  I tried to find the exact quote.  I spent over an hour listening and skipping through past episodes.  I know it's from an earlier episode, but time won out on the specifics.  Shackled sounds harsh, but it's out of context and I'm setting this up terribly.  Hang in there.  It's not a novel concept, but it's also something I can't admit to realizing until I heard it.  It was groundbreaking, and admittedly, I'm a very detached person.  I rarely associate objects with anything - to the point I've been called flakey or frivolous - so to hear other people share the same sentiment was comforting. 

Now that there are words to my mantra, I can stop procrastinating this post.  

I built my sister a set of side tables.  Just as with this post, I procrastinated them for weeks.  Also for that reason, this post is not a tutorial, but a recap.  I took no pictures in the process.  Weeks spanned between when I kicked around wood scraps for tabletop designs and the week of completion, where I timed the four hours between coats of paint.  I was running these that close to the wire.  

She liked the tables in my guest room, but it's uninspiring to repeat.  I aimed to incorporate the lines and angles in a different way.  I didn't consider how the grain would work with it, but in a happy accident, I really like the way it does.  Working with 45-degree angles because math is hard, I was able to use scrap pieces of 1x6 board to make the top.  The center insert is two tinier slivers of 1x6 boards, forced into the gap.  The stain is Minimax Honey, the same we used on our closet floors.  Also like the closet floors, I applied with an old rag so the application was lighter - and much nicer - than the heavy dose of the brush.


The legs are 2x2's with a nice little taper at the bottom that was much more difficult in execution than intended.  It looks smooth and uniform here, but I assure you it is not.  Smooth, yes - I sanded these a lot.  Uniform, no.  I cut 10 legs and chose the closest 8 for the two tables.  I had intended on measuring - following a tutorial from Ana White's The Handbuilt Home, but the process didn't translate to 2x2's.  The width of these made it tricky.  I eyeballed these and got close enough.


The shelf is a 3/4-inch piece of plywood with 1x2 strips between the legs.  That's an idea from a different tutorial within the same Ana White book.  When she noted she wanted a shelf, I knew I'd have to paint.  I don't have the finesse to not rely heavily on caulking to smooth my mistakes.    


I am in love with these tables.  The combination of paint and stain is really great.  The paint is leftover BM White Wisp, a color I intended for the top part of the dining room in the background.  After painting a coat, Zach asked if I started painting.  It was then quite obvious the paint color was too light.  On these tables, though - it's fantastic.  It's white without being glaringly bright.  It's crisp without stark contrast to the darker tops.


And those tops.  I never expected to love the honey stain as I do here.  Maybe I should have, it is very similar to our floors.  I fell hard for these tables.  If I wasn't SO into the tops of the bedroom tables, I might have swapped them.  I did a photoshoot with them.


Here's where I bring it full circle: just because you brought something into your house, it doesn't mean it has to stay there.  

Something about them does look better.  However, the style isn't right.  The paint, taper, the design of the tabletop, the height of the shelf - it all combines to a little more traditional than we quiz at around here.  We quiz at a minimalist, industrial, complimented by bohemian and rustic styles.  I'd throw in midcentury modern.  Clearly there isn't a working title.  

There is an argument for the lighter, visually thinner, look of the legs.  That contrast highlights the beautiful little lip of the tabletop, which I really love.  There's an argument to be made for the honey stain in here, to pick up the floor and repeat a theme.  All of that is on hold until we actually design this room - which won't be until we finish the basement.    

I'm really proud of these tables.  They sent me in a tailspin, questioning our goal as we design this house into our home, but I'm taking this as the first conscious reflection of looking critically at pieces.  It's knowing that I can love something, and that doesn't mean I need to have it in our home.     

Monday, September 19, 2016

Picture This: Week 38, 2016.

Obligatory prelude: I've done a picture-a-day project for the past couple years. I usually debate its continuation annually, but it was a no-brainer this year.  This series keeps me posting when nothing else will write itself.  I will be trying to post more regularly otherwise! Besides, as last year, I like it as a part of posting the ordinary and capturing daily life. Check out past posts through the picture-a-day tag.

September 12, 2016

Insulation: check.


September 13, 2016

It was a late night catching up with a friend.  That's the faintest light from the clock, turning midnight, on a school night.  


September 14, 2016

My life as a marsupial.  


September 15, 2016

Debating the egress on these barren walls.


September 16, 2016

With the generous donation of the truck's manpower, we're stacking supplies and could probably do the route to Lowe's with our eyes closed. 


September 17, 2016

Fantastic dinner downtown with great friends.


September 18, 2016

The tomato plants have so many green fruits.  I'm hoping the warm days hang around a little longer to reap the benefits.  

Monday, September 12, 2016

Picture This: Week 37, 2016.

Obligatory prelude: I've done a picture-a-day project for the past couple years. I usually debate its continuation annually, but it was a no-brainer this year.  This series keeps me posting when nothing else will write itself.  I will be trying to post more regularly otherwise! Besides, as last year, I like it as a part of posting the ordinary and capturing daily life. Check out past posts through the picture-a-day tag.


September 5, 2016

The bloody result of a nail, through the shoe.  Turns out, you're supposed to have a tetanus shot every ten years.  The more you know. 


September 6, 2016

The dumpster arrived on Tuesday, and we filled it on Tuesday.  We have our garage back! Our basement is cleared! 


September 7, 2016

Copper's favorite things are temporary things.  A rug rolled out of the way became his favorite bed, and subsequent cause for heartache when it was unrolled


September 8, 2016

A sign of adult life is being all too excited to insulate.


September 9, 2016

Creeper shot of my sister reading.  It was nice to have most of my family in over the weekend; we haven't been together in a while.


September 10, 2016

Day trip to Cedar Point.  My sister's work hosts their annual picnic, and the other four of us bummed along for the day.  The weather was less than cooperative, but a low amount of rollercoasters was all most of us could manage anyway.


September 11, 2016

Basement purchases begin.  In this round, it's insulation, again.


Monday, September 5, 2016

Picture This: Week 36, 2016.

Obligatory prelude: I've done a picture-a-day project for the past couple years. I usually debate its continuation annually, but it was a no-brainer this year.  This series keeps me posting when nothing else will write itself.  I will be trying to post more regularly otherwise! Besides, as last year, I like it as a part of posting the ordinary and capturing daily life. Check out past posts through the picture-a-day tag.

August 29, 2016

Thanks to mum, our onions and garlic should be lasting longer in their new storage systems.


August 30, 2016

Henry playing with perspective.  But how funny would it be if she were as long as our dresser?


August 31, 2016

I shattered a panel of the glass shower door when trying to remove.  It solidified the shop vac as the best present ever (thanks, mum and dad!) and me as the most boring person for liking a vacuum as much as I do.


September 1, 2016

I snagged a lemon press when walking through the grocery store.  It's revolutionized my morning lemon squeeze.  In an unexpected theme, this is the third post attributable to my mum.  She had me drinking warm lemon water in an effort to help my sinuses, and I really think it's working.  I've been starting every morning with warm lemon water, first thing.


September 2, 2016

Copper snuggles.


September 3, 2016

At the close of destruction on Saturday, our bathroom was missing most walls, and we confirmed we can move the door! 


September 4, 2016

 Sunday.  This was midday, but we've reverted to one of those weird houses with a random toilet in the basement.  We saw much too much of those when house hunting, but after this, I'm starting to understand.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Picture This: Week 35, 2016.

Obligatory prelude: I've done a picture-a-day project for the past couple years. I usually debate its continuation annually, but it was a no-brainer this year.  This series keeps me posting when nothing else will write itself.  I will be trying to post more regularly otherwise! Besides, as last year, I like it as a part of posting the ordinary and capturing daily life. Check out past posts through the picture-a-day tag.

August 22, 2016

Dog parade.


August 23, 2016

I switched carts at the Aldi checkout, only to return and find the new cart had a Denali National Park quarter.  On an otherwise rough day, it was a small sign to bring a smile.


August 24, 2016

Basement renovations are otherwise consuming us.


August 25, 2016

We filled two bagsters with drywall, brick and other basement debris.  We're still not cleared out, but it's a start. 


August 26, 2016

Pumpkin cookies on a Christmas plate in late summer.


August 27, 2016

Lucy stopped over to side-eye.


August 28, 2016

I expected the windows to help show progress better, but a summer storm snuck up.  I'll estimate half of the basement is clear.  Surprise of surprises, it looks like a basement. 

Monday, August 22, 2016

Picture This: Week 34, 2016.

Obligatory prelude: I've done a picture-a-day project for the past couple years. I usually debate its continuation annually, but it was a no-brainer this year.  This series keeps me posting when nothing else will write itself.  I will be trying to post more regularly otherwise! Besides, as last year, I like it as a part of posting the ordinary and capturing daily life. Check out past posts through the picture-a-day tag.

August 15, 2016

The week started with late-night painting.  I was behind on my sister's tables, and trying to finish before the weekend.


August 16, 2016

People cat.


August 17, 2016

With her little tail, Henry sometimes reminds me of a chubby little beaver or monkey.  Without a picture to prove it, we went to Paul McCartney that night and randomly sat in the row in front of my college roommate!  The concert was fantastic - really one of the best I've seen, and catching up was the happiest coincidence.


August 18, 2016

In the spirit of record-keeping, I'll be writing on these later.  I didn't expect to love the style of these side tables as much as I do.


August 19, 2016

It's hard to say if there's ever been a pup more spoiled than Lucy.


August 20, 2016

Steph had this nasty fire ant bite for the longest time (it would appear it continues).  It's scabbed into a cute little star shape now.


August 21, 2016

The picture's totally blown out, but in Steph's town, there's weekly waterskiing shows.  It was phenomenal - even this terrible picture shows that.

You might also like:

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...