Adventures in Decorating...

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"The painters are like magicians!" I concur, Big Brother!  They are indeed!  And these magicians transformed our house with a wave of their magic brushes.  The morning we closed on our new home, Bo and Ramon were already waiting on the front porch, ready to tackle this big job of painting... everything.

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It is always said that "the easiest way to makeover a room is with paint".  True. In theory.  Not so much when there is more pine in a home than there are walls.

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Baby Girl and I had a blast putting together our and color pallet.  I'm not so sure the painters were quite as thrilled when they saw my design board.

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The Brothers and I smoothed things over with weekly treats; Jimmy Johns, homemade cookies, and my Dad often stopped by with surprises for the contractors too!  They were, after all, magicians.   First, they began by sanding every inch of trim, door, cabinet, mule post, hand rail, you get the idea.  We pulled up the old 1986 carpet to help speed the process.  Then came primer, and then the paint.

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The Brothers and Baby Girl and I came to the house every day to marvel at the progress.  And little by little the pieces of cocoon fell away, and the transformation was revealed.

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And then... I became obsessed with painting anything I could get my hands on.  Brick, air vents, old vases, brass, even bar stools from Target weren't safe.  I was often seen aimlessly wandering the house with a can of Rustoleum Oil-Rubbed Bronze in my hand, hunting for my next victim.

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The kids had fun new activities, like... sanding and priming.

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A little leftover paint and some fun distressing transformed these $15 Target bar stools...

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Then I locked myself in the pantry to paint it.  Literally.  They were installing carpet and kept walking by with roll after roll of materials.  So, I spent my afternoon in a tiny little closet full of sticky August air and paint fumes.  Totally healthy, I'm sure.

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It was a whirlwind summer!  We would actually grow bored if we weren't expecting the carpenter, plumber, electrician, carpet guys, granite guys, painters, or anyone from Lowes.  It was quite the adventure.  Common things heard echoing through these halls... "How are we going to fit the oven in? We are going to have to cut that granite!"

"Why are you closing the garage door on the minivan?"

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"How many men does it take to move a concrete block onto a trailer?"

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"Ummmm, why doesn't the dryer even turn on?  It's brand new right?"

"You expect me to poop in this bathroom?  There isn't even a door!  What kind of house did you and Daddy buy?"

Never dull.  Always fun!  And, always an adventure in progress...

Happy Heart Day!

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I have always loved Valentine's Day.  Sure, it is a silly little holiday, but it seems a perfect excuse to celebrate something in the middle of the bleak month of February.  And who doesn't need a reason to drink some red wine and indulge in some chocolate cake?

Poor St. Valentine didn't have such a great day celebrating. February 14 is the 1,743 anniversary of his death by clubbing and be-heading.  This doesn't sound very romantic.  Legend says that on the eve of his execution he penned a farewell letter to his jailer's daughter, "From Your Valentine".    Hours later he was killed for refusing to denounce his faith.  So it is pretty romantic after all, a man so committed that he stands for what he believes in to the death. 

Modeled after St. Valentine's final secret note we exchange cards, flowers, and chocolate.  By "we" I mean other people, because the Husband and I usually eat Mexican, but whatever.  What is more romantic than taking two toddlers out for enchiladas?  I am happy to celebrate a day surrounded by the people who I love so much that I would proudly stand for them, to the death.

Happy Valentine's Day! 

XOXOXOXO

DIY Anthropologie!

Anthropologie has always been one of my favorite stores to shop and find inspiration.  While aimlessly wandering through a vanilla-scented aisle a few months ago, I stumbled upon the following holiday decor... Blog2Anthro

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So cute!  So, expensive!  Absolutely no offense to Anthro, but $28?  I could do that myself at home.... So I did!

$2.36 later, voila....

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All you need is a glue gun, a Ball jar, fake snow, 3 minutes of free time, and trees from a model train set or miniature home display.  Hint:  Do not glue the trees directly to the lid, it will come off.  Place some masking tape or a paper label on the lid first.

Now I am getting all kinds of ideas for Ball jars and upcoming holidays, stay tuned...

New Year, New Blog

2013.  Wow! What happened?  Wasn't it just a few years ago that we were preparing for Y2K?  Oh, so it was 13 years ago, okay, got it.  Maybe all of those diaper changes have muddled my concept of time.  2012 was a little chaotic for me, so I have been really counting on 2013 to be a fabulous year.  Not even the number "13" was going to deter my positive thinking.  That was until on New Years Day our heater started acting quirky, the cable went out, and the smoke detector decided to go off during nap time, twice! We weren't even 14 hours into the new year!  Okay, so maybe now I was getting a little nervous....  Laughter.  That is how we roll.  How could I not laugh while standing on the arm of our couch fanning the smoke detector with a sleep-deprived toddler screaming, "Why are you doing that noise!? Whyyyyy!?"  How could I keep a straight face while my husband cursed the cable gods who had robbed him of his day on the couch watching football?  I mean, it's funny my family is wearing 23 pounds of fleece indoors, right?  Eventually the heat kicked on, the cable guy arrived and promptly restored our signal, and the toddler fell into a deep slumber after I explained that Mommy had burnt about 12 pounds of nachos in the oven and that the smoke detector(or a cardiologist somewhere) was not very happy about that.  Clearly you can draw your own conclusions into what is not my New Year's resolution.

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My New Year's resolution is to DO!  Whatever it is that I have an excuse for, I am just going to DO it!  Chop my hair, run the Mini, write a blog, whatever!   I am going to work on my nests, the one that has a roof and the one deep inside, my soul.  I am going to DO my passion... I love to help others with their homes, babies, and un-locked creativity.  I love sharing ideas, stories, and bottles of wine.  I love connecting, learning and growing.  I am going to write.  I do not have a schedule or perfect grammar, but I do have internet access and a sense of humor.  So "Cheers" to new years, new blogs, and new friends!

From my nest to yours, Happy New Year!  2013, I think I like you already!