Designing Woman

We've been in our home for almost six months, now, and it is slowly coming together.

The living room and dining room are both painted (Walls: Benjamin Moore's Distant Gray; Trim: BM Wedding Veil), and the vintage Chin Hua dining table I ordered six weeks ago is now happily ensconced in our dining room. With the exception of a random chair from the now defunct Heights restaurant, Shade, it is chairless.

(I purchased the chair from the restaurant when they were renovating. The morning we became engaged, my husband and I ate brunch at Shade, and I am sometimes sentimental to a ridiculous degree!)

Vintage Century Chin Hua dining table. Chairish.

About two months ago, he suggested we go ahead and get the floors refinished, rather than waiting until April 2018. I agreed happily. The sooner the floors are finished, the sooner we can bring in the rest of our furniture and really start to nest.

A couple of weeks after the flooring decision was made, he suggested we go ahead and move the laundry into the house, while we're at it.

I am over the moon.

When we first toured what is now our home, and I saw that there was no laundry room indoors, I told my husband that was a deal breaker. We had a tense little standoff in the kitchen, because it was really the only thing about the house we didn't like.

After some consideration, my darling husband made me a deal: he would do all the laundry until we were able to install a laundry room in the house.

Of course, I jumped at the offer, and we now live in a laundry-less house.

As time has passed, I think the world's most patient man has realized just why that unattached laundry room was a deal breaker for me, particularly this summer when you get sweaty just stepping outside, never mind while carrying a basket of laundry!

There is a little cluster of three closets, all adjacent to the bathtub/shower in our guest bathroom, and we've decided to turn them into a laundry room. The linen closet in the bath will be closed up, and will house the stacked washer and dryer. The hall storage closet will serve as the entrance to the laundry room, as well as standing space. And the third closet, which opens into my darling husband's study, will become space for cabinets, a countertop, and open shelves.

The bedsheets that would have lived in the bathroom will live in the guest bedroom closet, instead. We'll lose storage for towels, too, but the space beneath the guest bathroom sink is underutilized, and there's room for a larger vanity, if it comes to that.

Frankly, I'm hoping it comes to that, as the current vanity is of poor quality and has no aesthetic appeal.

In addition, we're removing the false fireplace and patching the wall, so we will no longer have to have a TV sitting four feet up in the air, and a bunch of useless trim protruding 12 inches into the already scarce floor space.

Hopefully, we'll be able to get everything wrapped up before Christmas. And, Oh! What a Christmas gift that would be!

"The Money Pit" is Real

After all the drama of the rewiring and poorly executed retexturing of our ceilings, we still had some plumbing problems to be resolved: a leaking sewage pipe beneath the house, the stoppers in both bathrooms didn't work, our kitchen sink had been hideously "resurfaced" with what looked like flat latex paint, and our kitchen faucet's sprayer was faulty: it worked perfectly well, but it wouldn't stop working until the water was turned off, and even then, it came on again once the water was turned back on.

The plumbing company's owner came to the house to give us an estimate, and announced that the drain from our bathtub was lead, and we should probably get that replaced. We agreed, and that was added to the growing list of services to be performed. It's amazing all of the things that your supposedly top-notch inspection company misses when they inspect your house. Lead pipes!

We were told by the plumbers who arrived to perform the work that it would take two days: one day for everything inside the house, and one day for the work performed in the crawl space beneath the house.

For two days, I stayed upstairs in our Master Bedroom, trying to keep the dogs calm, and failing. I hated to have to kennel Ginger, since she was already upset that we had strangers in our home, but had to do so after she jumped over the second-floor banister and onto the stairs so she could chase the intruders out of the house.

By the time I removed the mound of boxes forming a blockade to the top of the stairs, two of the plumbers were outside, and one was standing on the kitchen counter. She's not a giant, but she can be scary, and she's fast.

I apologized profusely and dragged her upstairs to her bedtime kennel, where she stayed with a rawhide "bone" for the remainder of the day.

I should also note that our air conditioner wasn't exactly pulling its weight in our Master Bedroom, that first day.

The second day, I at least had the moral support of my husband to help me deal with Ginger's frustration at not being allowed to chase the plumbers away. We groaned at how hot it was upstairs, but survived.

Until the plumbers left.

And we realized that our AC was no longer working.

We called a 24/7 HVAC repair company, and their technician arrived within 30 minutes. He also informed us of a fact we already knew: our AC was 20 years old, and it was a miracle it had lasted as long as it did. We needed one, and stat.

A previous consult with a different HVAC company had given us two options, one of which involved keeping our old unit where it was, but making a structural change in the attic. The other involved placing the new AC in an area we'd hoped to turn into an office and rerunning all of the ducts.

To our surprise and delight, the 24/7 HVAC company said they could put in a new unit in the same space, without having to replace or relocate any joists, that our ducts could mostly stay where they were, and that they could do the job for less. On a Saturday, of all things!

AND we were able to have our new AC set up to be zoned, so our upstairs Master Suite would be every bit as cool as the downstairs spaces.

Granted, we weren't thrilled about paying for a new AC - we'd hoped ours would last through the summer - but it was something we'd seen coming.

We stayed the night in a pet-friendly hotel nearby, and by the end of the day Saturday, we had a working HVAC system that blasts cool air when we need it.

We've had our fill of contractors, this past month, but fortunately, we'll only have to have one more in our home before we can really move in: the plasterers who will make our ceilings pretty, again.

In the meantime, my dear husband has been repainting some of the downstairs rooms and discovering that the previous owner painted the trim work with latex paint over oil paint, without properly preparing the surface, first. So he's elbow-deep in stripping the latex from the woodwork throughout the house (except for the kitchen cabinets), so it will be properly prepared for the oil-based paint we're using for our trim.

I help out, a bit, by standing in one place and peeling the latex off the woodwork in the biggest strips possible, a bit of meditative renovation work that I highly recommend.

It's cathartic.

And if you're curious about its soothing effects, I'm perfectly happy to brew some iced tea and let you go to town on our staircase. Or the mantle. Or....

Living In, But Not 'Moved In'

I write this from the comfort of my orange velvet sofa - sitting squarely in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a sea of golden oak flooring - while our pup Ginger lies on... the guest bedroom duvet. {sigh} The only other furnishings in the room are dog beds and a wire kennel, along with some shelves that need to travel upstairs to my husband's closet.

My dear husband and I are now living in our "new house", and the old one has been handed over to its new owners (who will use it as a pied-à-terre in Houston, since they live in Austin).

We have not, however moved in. No, most of our belongings reside in the garage apartment at the back of the property, piled into towers according to their relative importance and relevance to everyday household functions.

"Why?" you ask.

Because a homeowner can't yell at a contractor the way an architect for a fancy schmancy firm can. Though she can enlist her husband to play "Bad Cop".

Just prior to moving into our new home, our contractor - already lined up to replace the roof and the fence, and to install gutters - heard me saying something about rewiring the house. He informed me that his guys could do it, and gave us an amazing price, explaining that it would only be possible to do it at that price if we didn't have all our furniture moved into every room. It would only take 3-4 days to rewire the house, he said. My husband and I agreed it was a good idea, even though the seller's realtor told us part of the house had been rewired. The electrician would start on the day of our move.

Once rewiring began, we were informed that the only new wiring in the house was in the master bath, which had been remodeled. None of the GFIC outlets in the kitchen or downstairs bath were actually wired to be GFIC, which also explained why none of them worked. Some of the wiring in the master bedroom had actually been done with speaker wire, which explained why light bulbs used in the fixtures connected to that wiring would make a POP! when the switch was turned on, but no light shone.

Ten days after our move-in, the house's rewiring was finally finished, including several days of no-shows and having to be called back over and over again because he'd missed outlets, or light fixtures, etc. In the meantime, we were also dealing with the fact that our new metal fence had a large gap beneath it, and our darling Ginger could slip out, if left to her own devices. This took an inexplicably long time to remedy.

And the icing on the cake, after installing a brand new roof: our kitchen flooded during the first rainstorm we had!!! We had to have the roofing foreman return to replace the old flashing above the kitchen, since his crew had decided not to.

That was one hell of an afternoon.

Once all the electrical work and repairs to our brand new roof were made, our contractor's plasterer came and repaired the holes left in a few places where the electrician had to create access points. We no longer had gaping holes, but we were now stuck with untextured walls. I'd repeatedly asked the plasterer and the general contractor to try to match the existing texture, but was met with "we can't get that exact texture."

I was perfectly aware that an exact texture match was out of the question - I didn't spend 10 years in the construction and design industry without learning at least that much - but could they at least try to get close? After a couple of days of hemming and hawing, the plasterers returned and did their best.

On the walls.

The ceilings were left untouched.

When we asked why, we were informed that they didn't have the materials to try to blend the patches on the ceiling with the old texture.

WHY??? Why would you not bring the materials to do walls AND ceilings when BOTH walls AND ceilings need to be done?

We discussed our options with the contractor, who informed us that it would be better if we retextured the entire ceiling in the living and dining rooms (the only ones with patches in the ceiling). We agreed, with the stipulation that we wanted a smooth-ish texture: not orange peel, but a brushed on or rolled on finish. We discussed the whole thing with the plasterer and his assistant, too.

When it came time to do the retexturing, one would assume the plasterer and/or his assistant would be the ones to do it, right? Seeing as they knew exactly what we wanted?

WRONG! Dead wrong!

Our GC brought a member of his roofing crew - who occasionally painted, too - to do the ceilings.

My husband was at a work function when the texturing took place, and I was upstairs in bed, with a migraine, and didn't realize the 'painter' had begun texturing the ceiling. When I went downstairs later in the evening - migraine raging, and just wanting to be shot of the constant presence of contractors in the house - I saw the 'painter' using a hopper to spray orange-peel texture all over the ceiling, which he then smoothed it a little bit with a knock-down knife.

He was almost completely finished with the dining room, and was using a quick drying formula so we wouldn't have to wait as long to paint. Which meant that the corners where he'd started were already starting to set up.

So we had slightly smoothed orange-peel texture all over the ceilings, which was exactly what I'd said I didn't want, seeing as the 8'-0" ceiling would be painted blue, and would be a focal point, to some degree.

I was furious, and sad, and felt terrible, so I simply turned around, went upstairs, and lay down with my two dogs on the bed next to me. The painter was gone by the time my husband got home.

He was furious. Not with me for paying them, (it was $350, and I decided it was a fair price for getting my GC and his subcontractors out of my house for good), but for the fact that a bona fide plaster specialist hadn't done it, that the materials he brought wouldn't have even worked for the finish we wanted, and for the fact that we'd now have to wait longer to be able to paint, seeing as we would definitely be having the ceilings retextured again, albeit by someone else, this time.

So our living room is awaiting retexturing again, which is why there's almost no furniture in the room. The specialist we've hired to fix our ceiling can't start until May 2, which mercifully gets closer every day, because he has a waiting list. He's charging four times what our GC charged, but it's worth it to us to have it done properly by someone who knows what he's doing.

In the meantime, my darling, dearest husband has been painting other rooms: the hallway, the guest room, and soon, the downstairs study. I've devoted my time to installing TP holders and towel bars, clothes rod brackets, and kitchen hardware, along with freaking out over the color we'll paint the living room.

We decided, last night, to just paint it white, for now, despite the fact that I'd all but decided to paint the walls soft apricot or wheat. Eventually, it will probably be painted apricot or wheat, because I've decided that our living and dining rooms - and kitchen! - will be mostly monochromatic, but for now, white is the easiest to deal with, particularly as I'm not 100% attached to the monochromatic idea. It seems like a restful idea, though, which appeals to me, right now.

At some point a few years down the road, we'll completely gut the kitchen - except for the 36" gas range and enormous hood! - and install new cabinetry, flooring, counters: the works. We'll also update the dining room decor at that time, and I've decided that blue grasscloth wallpaper will still work, so long as the kitchen and dining room are dressed up a bit, too.

Our little home is beginning to get homier, little by little, and, someday, it will be stunning.

For now, I'll just settle for having a decent texture on the ceiling.