I’ve said before in this blog that there is no rhyme or reason to how I choose renovation projects, I just work on what’s annoying me the most. Lately, it has been my laundry room. It’s right off the kitchen so I see it every time I go in or out of the house, not to mention the too many hours spent doing laundry. When we bought the house the washer and drier hookups were in the basement, which is scary. Off the kitchen we had a narrow pantry with old rickety shelves. Next to it was a huge half bath, which was oddly large and had an entrance off the kitchen. We closed off the kitchen entry to the bathroom, made the half bath a normal size with an entrance off the family room and enlarged the pantry to be a big laundry room. While I loved having the laundry off the kitchen, the room was very unfinished.
I had a Pinterest board of ideas for laundry rooms, but nothing seemed to spur me to action until I read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I didn’t enjoy the book, but in my subconscious something must have taken hold because over the past few weeks I have systematically worked my way through every closet and dresser in the house and then attacked the kitchen cabinets.
I purged and then organized what was left, which frankly wasn’t much because I was way more focused on purging than organizing. As every member of my family said at one point, “You’re not giving away MY stuff are you?” (Yes.) The one take away I had from the book is that we hold on to way too much stuff thinking we will have a need for it “someday.” If that someday ever comes, chances are we can’t find the item we need in the mounds of stuff we own and we have to buy a new one anyway. This is the purge of the downstairs buffet which was filled with construction materials which are now in the basement in neatly labeled totes. Now the buffet holds plates, as it was intended to.
Did I mention I bought a label maker as part of this rehauling of all of our possessions? Things are now labeled which clearly do not need to be.
Finally the day came when the entire house had been purged (except the basement, which is too scary to be considered part of the house.) All that was left was the laundry room. This was no insignificant task since the laundry room was the storage area for a ton of construction and paint supplies, not to mention a million hats, gloves, and winter coats. I started by cleaning it out, finishing the baseboards, put up new shelving, and enclosed the washer and drier. This task was made easier by my new circular saw with a laser light. I requested this new saw for Christmas since it is much smaller and lighter than the one I had. I rarely used my old one since I was pretty sure I would lose a limb. The final task was organizing the shelves so I can now see things and I can find what I need. And yes, I labeled things. I also installed useful items like a rack to hang clothes so my husband won’t drape clothes over the kitchen chairs. And then leave them there.
I have been so happy with my new laundry room that I just stand in the doorway and look in several times a day. Quite a change from when it was the room I avoided most!
When we bought our old house there was crown molding in the front rooms, most likely from the 1917 renovation.
As we were doing the demo on the house we had the contractor store the crown molding in the basement. Our thought was that in no time flat we would have the drywall in, the walls would be painted, and the old crown molding would go back up. Fast forward two years and finally, finally, the crown molding is being re-installed. When I painted the walls I left the tops unpainted since I knew the crown was going back in. This prompted over 18 months of questions from family and friends who wondered why I hadn’t finished painting. One thing this renovation has taught me is to never do unnecessary work, so there was no way I was spending the time to paint the tops of those walls when I knew it would be covered up. So we lived with this:
The first step in putting the crown back up was to remove the gigantic nails that were originally used to put the crown molding up. This required a bolt cutter since pulling them out would break the wood. It was actually kind of amazing to see the hand hewn angles for the corners and imagine how long trim work used to take before power tools like miter saws were invented. Then I had to clean years and years of grime off the wood before we carried it upstairs for the carpenter.
Once we held the crown up it didn’t look as impressive as I remembered. Maybe because at one time it was the nicest thing in the room. We decided that it needed a little…enhancement. So the old crown went up, and a new piece went under it. Then I decided it STILL needed more enhancement so a piece of dentil molding went on, along with a piece of quarter round on the bottom.
Now, I am happy. Well, until I get to spend days of my life painting all this crown molding. And, of course, my husband has now decided the living room is one shade too light and now that he looks at it, maybe, just maybe, the ceiling should be a different shade….
Imagine my surpise to wake up to a Facebook notification that our upstairs bathroom was featured on MSN.com and on the This Old House website! I submitted before and after photos to the This Old House renovation contest several months ago. I had no idea we were selected as a national finalist for the best budget redo. As you can imagine, I spend a lot of time on their website and also read the This Old House magazine cover to cover. I think I started watching their original tv show over 30 years ago and their influence was probably what led me into a wayward life of house renovating.
I chose the bathroom since we are in no way ready to enter the whole house renovation category and the bathroom is the only truly finished room in the house. Which is, frankly, depressing. The kitchen is very close, but I still need to do the backsplash, so the bathroom was chosen as our entry.
After two years of working away at a whole house renovation, it is so incredibly wonderful to receive national recognition for all of our hard work. We are nowhere near finished, but this does give me some encouragement to keep working!
If you have driven by our house lately you have seen a whole lot of flowers! We were finally able to have the landscape guy out (Drew Miller, whom I highly recommend) to dig out all of the beds around the house. At long last, we could plant landscaping. Since it was so far into summer all the plants were on sale, so I may have gone a little crazy with the shrubs and flowers.
Here is what the yard looked like when we bought the house – a real mess. There was nothing to do except tear everything out, since it seemed to be mainly poison ivy. We also had to replace all of the concrete walks and the concrete front porch.
After the beds were dug, the loooong planting process started. We have the front and sides finished, and are still working on the beds in back.
I may have gone a little overboard with the flowers this year, but we have a real yard now! I think I am closing in on a painter to do the exterior paint, so by the end of summer we may have a fairly finished exterior.
The only downside to the landscaping has been that I learned the hard way that digging up poison ivy is not enough. The oil is still in the soil, even after a year. I was happily digging away in soil on the north side of the house that used to be full of poison ivy and I got the worst case ever. Head to toe. I am now avoiding that side of the house because I definitely do not want another case of poison ivy!
When we bought our old house, my favorite part was the big front porch, and the windowboxes on the front windows. Of course, like everything else, the windowboxes were rotted through and had to be thrown away. This summer I built new windowboxes – they are nearly 10 feet long and very heavy. Over Mother’s Day weekend my oldest daughter and I planted tons of flowers in the windowboxes, and the other planters on the front porch.
The huge windowboxes are insanely heavy, but getting the bottom windowbox up was no problem. However, the second floor windowbox posed a slight problem. At nearly 10 feet long, there was no was it would make it up the interior stairs, and around the corner to the master bedroom. That meant it need to be installed from the outside. Many plans were put forward and rejected, leading my husband to name them “the windowboxes of doom” since he was convinced someone was going to get killed getting the second floor windowbox installed. I finally decided that when my oldest daughter and son-in-law visited for Turtle Days that we would all work together to get the windowbox installed. Be careful if you visit me, because there is a very good chance you will be put to work!
The plan I decided on was to tie rope around two sections of the windowbox and have my husband and son-in-law hanging out the upstairs windows pulling the rope. My 15 year old son and I would lift the windowbox up as high as we could, the men above would start pulling it up, and I would run upstairs and take my place in the middle window and guide the windowbox into place. This was slightly tricky as the supports really got in the way, and pulling a large, extremely heavy object straight up with a small rope, is a whole lot harder than it looks. Even my hugely pregnant daughter was put to work, taking pictures. I figured either the pictures would be used for this blog, or to show the surgeon who was trying to put one of us back together. My plan did work, although for a few tense seconds, it did seem possible that the entire windowbox would go crashing onto the ground. Luckily, my son-in-law is a lot stronger than he looks and manhandled the thing up and into place.
The good news is that the windowbox was in place for the Turtle Days parade that went right by the house! Now I just need to get the shutters made…..