Thursday, April 18, 2013

Room Remodels

 Tastes, like people, can change except where books are concerned.  Books are always, ALWAYS en vogue.  When we were first planning our home we knew how we wanted the house to feel; warm, comfortable, inviting, peaceful, etc. (like walking into a Brambley Hedge book or a great jazz song).  We chose calming, warm, colors. In our bedroom we wanted to bring out our love literature and children. We also wanted to match the wall color with a favorite antique painting we bought when we were first married. 
Then, we wanted to incorporate some wrought iron, old fashioned and quaint right? Yeaaaahhh, but it didn't work together . . . at alllll. Add to that the detail that all of the art that children gave us was taped and tacked on the walls "pell mell," and none of the furniture coordinated. What to do . . . what to do. . .
We took photos of the room thinking a color change would do the trick. Nope. One look at the photos and we realized it would take a lot more than a coat of paint to achieve a look and feel into which we could and would retreat.
First, we had to decide what we did want, since we could see what we didn't want.  I gleefully tittered, and skittered notes to myself as I browsed through Pinterest and Better Homes and Gardens.  I finally narrowed it down to a few "looks" from good ol' B.H. & G. that would work with our small bedroom and large window.  Nate and I spent nearly a week going over these finalists before finally selecting the winner, a blue and white color scheme with floor to ceiling shelves on either side of the bed. Gahhh! 
Secondly, we had to find the right shade of blue for our room.  I went down to Lowes and brought home a selection of paint chips in every shade of blue from antique cornflower to midnight navy.  Once Nate and I had our four or five favorite shades, I went back and purchased one pint (soooo cute!!) of each color to put on the wall and see which one worked best.  We decided on a light, dusty blue for all four walls, but at the last minute I changed my mind and went with a darker, Wedgewood style blue and a white for the accent wall.  That meant we had to go through the same process with the selection of the white. Only this time we had to coordinate it with the blue and with a painting we had purchased to put on one of the walls. This proved easier than we anticipated since the parameters greatly limited our options. Whew! After this it was only a couple of delicious days of painting and we were ready for flooring.
Nate and Andrew pulled up the carpet and carpet pad one evening after work and let the concrete air for a couple of days before Andrew put in the new moisture barrier and bamboo flooring. It was finally coming together!! While the menfolk were accomplishing these chores, I busied myself refinishing our bedroom furniture.  I purchased a few (ok, several) bottles of antique white spray paint and positively drowned our drab bookshelf and yellowed nightstand.  Once the glue on the floor and the paint on the furniture had dried (mostly) I eagerly rearranged the bedroom with most of our old furniture plus two rugs my mother crocheted from old quilt scraps. They put the finishing touches of perfection on the room. A bonus result of this renovation was that the heat efficiency of the room was greatly improved.
Once the efficiency improvements became evident, we decided that the girls room had to be next on the renovation list.  This proved to be much more time and labor intensive.
The first item of business was to clean and clear the room. There were books, toys, bits of food, and inexplicable mountains of garbage everywhere! This "purging" took nearly two days, but was worth it. We were able to give away several duplicate books and unused toys.  The rest were stored in organized piles until the renovation was completed. 
The inspiration for the room's new layout was inspired by a visit to my uncle's home over Christmas break.  He has 11 children and 8 of them still live at home! Several of his children share rooms, and to give them more space he recently suspended their former bunk beds from the ceiling. Genius!! With their high ceilings, this gave the occupants, essentially, multilevel rooms. This, we decided was exactly what we needed to do in the small room that our girls shared. It would allow them space to play, unencumbered by beds. Also, it would mean more efficiency in heating.
The process of color selection was much easier this time.  Each of the girls chose one color and I chose one more for the fourth wall (green, blue, yellow, purple).  Then I selected the colors in coordinating shades. I was able to reuse the painting supplies leftover from the master bedroom (chaching!) and began painting their room almost immediately. The difference in remodeling this room was that I could only paint half the room at a time because of the bunk bed.  I finished painting the first half of the bedroom so Andrew could hang the first bed.  To suspend the beds we purchased heavyweight chain, 2x4 boards, steel connectors, and bolts.  I was super excited when I found white enamel chain with the proper weight capacity!! Andrew screwed the board to the wall for the bed to rest on, as well as bolting the bedframe to the wall studs.  The chain was suspended from eye bolts inserted into our trusses. More eye bolts were put in the bedposts and connected to the chain with the steel connectors. Though Andrew made things look easy, especially in these photos, the first bed took nearly half a day to properly suspend.  Once up, he climbed onto the bed and tried to emulate excited children to be sure it would hold the girls and their little friends.
With the first bed hung, we pushed the second bed underneath and I cleared and cleaned the second half of the room in preparation for paint.  One thing I must point out as to the wall preparation for paint is that the so called "easily removed!" wall decals are NOT easily removed.  I ended up having to take a fillet knife to the walls to remove them.  Then I had to remove the sticky residue with "goo gone." It was grueling and easily the most odious job of the whole renovation. That stated, the patching and painting went very smoothly. The walls had to be patched with drywall "mud" due to scratches, nicks, and permanent marker. Yes, permanent marker will bleed through both primer and paint (I did two coats of each!).  Even with the mud, some of the marker showed through.  Lesson learned, NEVER, EVER let children use permanent markers. The second bed was a little more difficult to hang because it was on two exterior walls and ours are foam form. This meant that the bed had to be suspended from the ceiling by all four corners as well as being secured to the walls.  Despite the extra difficulties, the bed was suspended at long last.
The next step was to remove the carpeting. I cannot express how utterly disgusting this carpet was. At some point a child had snuck some sort of spillable spoilable.  It had accomplished both.  In that spot was a dried garden of dead life forms that eerily reminded me of Ursula's groups of victims, reaching upward toward the light.  They were also sticky.  Mmmmm creepy, crunchy and sticky, not a great combination for bedroom flooring. Andrew rolled up the carpet and we carried it outside.
The floor needed to air for a couple of days before Andrew could begin laying the new moisture barrier and flooring. The flooring in this room was also a bit more difficult because we decided to put the bamboo all the way into the closet.  This required some extra fitting and piecing. With the floor set and the trim replaced, it was now time to replace the bookshelves, books, toy baskets, toys, and clothes bins.  Oh, and we had to hang the rope ladders from the beds.  I had the rooms arranged in an afternoon, but the rope ladders proved to be another difficulty. "The boys" spent the better part of a weekend mounting, stabilizing, and securing the ladders to the beds and floors.  They had to use concrete "red heads" to secure more eye bolts into the floor to keep the ladders from swinging and swaying while the girls climbed. The bedframes also needed reinforcement to support the new movement and ladder style.  In the end they also decided to put hand rails at the top to assist the girls in the final ascent to their beds.  The final product is more than impressive.  The girls absolutely love their room and spend at least twice as much time in it now.  We arranged the room so that they each have a space to call their own, using the bookshelves as dividers and "walls."  They each have their own shelf, toy basket, and clothes bins. My mom made each of them a rug to match their wall color. Aaaaand the room is heating much more efficiently.  All tastes involved are extremely satisfied.


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Running

As a kid my mother would make me (and I mean MAKE me) and my siblings go jogging with her. She had grown up in a family of runners, long distance runners.  Her father "encouraged" all his children to run daily. I hated running, I mean hated, loathed, despised, and abominated running (or jogging really). I would whine and complain the entire way and my mom would patiently slow down, jog in place, or backward as she urged me on, sometimes taking my hand and literally dragging me the last stretch of driveway. She would tell me that if I kept doing it, I would start to love running. I thought she was either lying or crazy.  She did love to run. She jogged miles without any effort and even competed in several races including the Equinox marathon. Me? Not so much. 
 
Well, mother, you were right.  This past summer my friend, Kim, and I decided that we were going to train for a 10k race.  We downloaded an app that had promised to train us to run a 10k in 13 weeks.  We ran together three days a week and often walked on the alternating days.  By June we were able to run a good portion of the Midnight Sun Run.  I did not love to run by that point, but I did enjoy it and even missed running (ok maybe it was the endorphins) when I missed a day. By August Kim and I were ready to compete in a benefit race for the Special Olympics down in Anchorage. Here we are before the race.
 
 
We found out when we arrived at the race that this was a race with serious runners. I think some of them had actually run 10k in "warm up" before the race even began.  We did not run the entire 10k, but we did reach our goal of finishing in less than an hour and a half.  In fact we finished in one hour and 15 minutes. 

 
Not long after competing in this race I came down with pneumonia. This prevented me from running for quite some time.  Once I was well enough to run, the temperatures had dropped drastically and I lost the will to run.  I did attempt it a few times. Kim and I even  ran together once or twice.  We wore cold weather gear, but decided that at -20 or colder we just couldn't do it anymore.  I tried it a few times at about -20 and these photos show what I looked like near the end of my run.

 
When the temperatures dived to nearly -60 for most of November I gave up.  I did miss running but, to be honest, was too lazy to get up early and go to the gym before everyone else awoke.  That is, until it was decided that the girls and I would be spending the coming month of July in Michigan and I would be able to participate in the Allegan Triathlon with my sister-in-law.  That was the motivation I needed.  I began running and biking at the gym and taking swimming lessons.  I have learned to love swimming, with the slipping and gliding through the water at once invigorating and relaxing.  But my mother was right. I also love running.


Girlhood Innocence




     The blissful days of childhood are sweet and fleeting, particularly in retrospect. At one point during the last summer, my friend and I planned a backyard sun day. Her son was busy elsewhere and my eldest daughter was at horse camp for the week. So we were evenly paired, she and I, our "swirty sisters," (The "swirty sisters" are an entire post in and of themselves.) and the "puppy sisters." It occurred to us at one point that a stroll down our quiet, dirt road and through the wooded trail near our home would be ideal. We gathered on the front lawn for a fun footie photo before embarking. 

 
     I am continually amazed at the quiet, unassuming, and thereby often unnoticed, beauty found in creation. At times the pairing of striking beauty and intricate oddity grab the attention like nothing else can. 
     It was this that drew my notice as we walked along the our oft travelled wooded path. As my friend and I chatted and the girls skipped along ahead of us, I looked around and absorbed the glorious day.  I suddenly spotted what looked like a large brown flower and a bright orange (fairytale-esque) mushroom.  It turned out to be two mushrooms, the like of which I had never seen.  They were both so unique I had to stop and photograph them from several angles.  What was more was that they were so close together. Had they been farther apart I might never have
noticed them. It reminded me of the infinite planning, power, and creativity God displays in every aspect of creation and life. When I walked that same path a few days and then again several days later, the small fairy mushroom had fully "bloomed" it's appearance transforming into an entirely different beauty. This reminded me, yet again, that "in His time, He makes ALL things beautiful" and to Him all are precious and cared for (even the fungi) and if He cares for these so perfectly, how much more He will also care for me (Matthew 6:25-33).

These thoughts stayed with me as I looked back at the photos of our walk.  I thanked God for His provision and care in our lives and His continual work to work at making me more like Him. 

Our walk continued through the woods and back around to our quiet dirt road. Our girls walked and ran hand in hand, content to be in the sunshine and each other's company. I found it soul satisfying just to observe them in their sweet girlhood innocence.








Monday, April 1, 2013

Iiiiit's Hammock Time!

There comes a time in every backyard's life when a hammock becomes necessary.  The summer of 2012 was that time for our backyard.
 
 
It began on a Saturday midmorning with an able minded woman and two able bodied men. What followed was a glorious day of backyard instruction in construction.

Materials:
2 - 6"x6"x10' treated posts
2 - 8" eye bolts
4 - washers
2 - nuts
2 - steel hook and hook turnbuckles (to connect the hammock loops to the eye bolts)
2 bags of quick set concrete
 
 
First, the eyebolts were sunk into the posts and washers and nuts were added to keep the bolts from stripping out of the wood.
 
 
 
 While this was being accomplished by one group, another was using a posthole digger to create two holes of equal depth and diameter.
 
 
To give you and idea of the depth, the girls jumped in and pretended to be trapped.



 

 
Ok, so maybe it was just a lot of fun to jump in a hole and sink up to one's waist. :)
 


 
It was also a lot of fun to use the screwdriver on the dirt . . . with her head . . .


 
Some of the helpers needed some extra attention.


 
"Why are you taking pictures!?"

 
"Hmmmmm . . . I'm not sure what I think of that."

 
"I think we need another hole right about here."



 
"Must. Push. Harder!"

 
When things got a little slow, the helpers tended their garden.
 
 
The posts were placed at a slight angle to keep them from bowing inward.

 
Using a level kept the angles of  both posts equal.
 
 
Concrete was added to the post holes after the posts were inserted.
 
 
We used a wheelbarrow in which to mix the concrete.



 
"Is it time to hang it yet?"

 
We leveled the posts again after adding the concrete.

 
It is VERY important to promptly and  thoroughly wash the mixing "bucket" of all concrete residue.

 
Here we have promptly and thoroughly washing the wheelbarrow.  Yes, yes it did take both of them to complete this project.  Thanks to them, our hammock has survived a summer and winter of play and relaxation!! I am looking forward to many more years of enjoyment.