You Light Up My Life

This past Sunday, a contractor came to our house to give us an estimate for turning our three closets into a laundry room.

It was a bit more than I expected, but that's why we have another contractor coming to give us an estimate this coming Thursday, as well.

For now, I'm emailing my sister and mother, desperate for help in selecting light fixtures for the laundry room, as well as the hall immediately outside the laundry room. The current hall fixture is old, and makes an unsettling buzzing noise when turned on. It probably needs to be rewired, but I'd rather have a more modern fixture than the frosted glass mid-century traditional light the house came with.

The cabinets we're putting into the laundry room are IKEA, because custom cabinets in a tiny laundry room don't make financial sense.



So I'm trying to decide if I want to coordinate with the dining room fixture...

Like so:

Or if I want to use more casual lighting.



And then, of course, there's the Harry Potter collection at Pottery Barn Teen, with their bronze-finish Hogwarts pendant lamp, which I think could be amazing.

Anywhere.

No, I'm not kidding.

Please don't hate me.

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....