You guys. You will never guess what happened to me. I went on vacation with a friend for a week, and while I was gone, the Five-Percent Fairies came to my house and finished the buffet.
They DO exist!Continue Reading
Hey! Anyone else out there like dramatic before-and-afters??
Oh hey there, dining room, you look nice today. Is that 4 coats of paint you’re wearing?Continue Reading
A couple of weeks ago, my best frenemy said to me, “You know, is it really still ‘Sarah’s Big Idea’? It seems like you only ever do little stuff now.”
Frenemies are the worst. You can spend months or even years unconsciously tuning out everything they say, and then one day, BAM! A single sentence suddenly penetrates your frenemy fog and you are like, well, damn. He is right. I am a pathetic shell of my former glorious self.
You know what it is? I don’t give two shits about the woodwork.
There, I said it.Continue Reading
Let me just start by saying, thank you.
Thank you to all of you for still being here. Thank you to the anonymous hundreds that Google Analytics reports to me. Thank you to the people that like or comment on Facebook. And thank you especially to those of you who took the time to write such thoughtful, supportive things in the comments of my last post. It is hard to overstate the restorative power of kind words, particularly when they come from people you’ve never met.
Would it make things awkward between us if I told you that you really touched me?
Okay. Sorry about that.
Moving on! Remember that time I thought I was on a boat?
Oh, hey there! Remember me? I’m Sarah, and I used to write this here blog.
Yeah! I know! It’s been a long time, right? But last time we saw each other, I was on a boat. And, unless you’re new around here, you won’t be surprised to find out that I’m still there. Because the only way to get off the boat was to paint the wainscoting. And I don’t particularly want to paint the wainscoting, for 3 reasons:
Here’s the thing, though — and this is important, so read carefully before you leave me a comment telling me in all caps not to paint the woodwork — it’s going to look so much better when it’s white.Continue Reading
A good friend of mine recently told me that sometimes sitting in my dining room reminds her of being inside a ship. Like, an old, wooden ship.
And I never realized that before. But now…once you’ve seen it, you can’t un-see it, you know? And every single time I walk into my dining room, all I can think is…
Whew, it’s been quiet around here, hasn’t it? Which is surprising, because I’ve actually finished quite a few detail-type projects in the baby’s room. The reason you’ve heard nothing but crickets is because — gasp! — all projects have gone pretty smoothly. And you know what they say: if you don’t have anything entertaining to say, don’t say anything at all.
Or something like that.
Anyway. I didn’t screw anything up. I haven’t had any memorable episodes of FDBF. All in all, it’s been a successful, if not necessarily notable, four weeks in the nursery. And I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around how to write a success story.
Which is not to say that nothing notable has happened in the last four weeks. For instance, I mounted a sea monster.
Ahem. AND I QUOTE:
…if I WERE going to replace [the trim], now would be the time. Because then I wouldn’t have to paint around it all. I could just take it off, paint the walls WITH 75% FEWER EDGES to deal with, and put new stuff back on. It’s kind of genius…[T]hink of all the time I’ll save!”
This nursery is cursed. First there was The Popcorn Ceiling Adventure. Then the Drywall Repair Disaster. And the Epic Floor Sanding Fail, which was followed immediately by The Yellow Rug Crisis. Then came the DIY Chandelier Train Wreck (oh, I haven’t told you about that one yet. Because it’s not done even though I’ve been futzing with it for 3 months now). And today I give you another shining example: The Great Millwork Saga of 2015.
Two weeks ago, after re-drywalling and painting the ceiling, I had every intention of just opening a can of paint for the walls. But then I was like, “You know? I really hate the trim in here.”
But then Logical Me kicked in (you know, her voice sounds a lot like Chris’s, only more mocking) and was all like, “Don’t even. You don’t have time for this shit.”Continue Reading
I’ve been stripping doors again.
That’s right — less than one year after I found myself in the fetal position, crying and swearing that I would never again strip another door, I have somehow managed to strip and refinish the doors in The Boom Boom Room. And that means that today’s rock-and-roll inspiration comes from The Allman Brothers.
Because lord, I just can’t refinish another door.Continue Reading