Sunday, January 31, 2010

Paint, more paint., and a whole new bedroom!

The painter finished painting Andrew's house last Friday, and it looks amazing!

From the front:


And, here's a view of the back of the house.


We are still very much in the midst of emptying everything out of Andrew's house, an essential step before renting or putting the house on the market. Oh, the pain of combining 2 households into one, and all of the decisions about what to keep, what to get rid of, and where everything is going to go that goes along with it.

One thing that we have listed on Craigslist: the waterbed.


Need a queen-size water bed? Email me! You know you want it.

Meanwhile, over at the Cottage, we repainted the master bedroom, since we had ordered a complete set of new bedroom furniture that was scheduled to be delivered about 3 weeks later.

Naturally, we started by moving everything out of the bedroom.
Our bedroom, sans all furniture:


Notice the window (Window #2) behind Andrew, which has trim around it that at this point was still bare wood. I checked my photo files, and realize now that I had trimmed out Window #2 in 2006..

Yep, 3 years ago I had installed the trim, then never got around to painting it, or even priming it.
I know: bad, bad me.
So, we added priming and painting the trim around Window #2 to our to-do list.

The bedroom was a mauve color, the color I had previously painted in back in 2003. Pretty girly, I know. It was time for a change to a warm, soothing neutral color. We have now painted it "Blonde."

Beginning of the painting, cutting in the corners:


Andrew painting, and it was coming along nicely!

It's sort of the color of coffee with cream, or maybe melted coffee ice cream. Either way, yummy!

Me, caulking around the window trim. No, I never got around to doing that back in 2006, either...


After filling the nail holes and caulking all of the gaps, I did some touch-up to cover the caulk. Later, of course, I primed and painted the woodwork, too.


Okay, so were we done with the windows at this point? Oh, HECK NO! Not yet...

There was yet one more neglected window, Window #3, that needed attention. Window #3, like Window #2, was a replacement window that my neighbor and I installed back in 2003. Poor Window #3 only ever got its sashes primed, but never painted, and it never got any trim around it, at all. Sad, isn't it?

Window #3, "before" photo:

Now, painting window sashes is one of my all-time least favorite things to do. But, the time had come. So, the sashes and frame got 3 coats of lovely white glossy latex paint.
Meanwhile, Andrew and I got out the table saw that I had bought, used, from a friend, the miter saw, and the router (also bought, used, from the same friend). I had never before tried out either this particular table saw or router. We figured both out, and it all turned out great. The wood trim is poplar, which I like because it has very little grain and no knots. Easier to paint, and no knots means no dark resin stains seeping through your paint years later.

Window #3, with the trim finished and primed! I can hardly believe my eyes!! And, yes, that is a glass of wine on the windowsill.


Andrew paints the baseboards:


One more thing to do...and a little history of the Cottage:

Back in 2003, soon after closing on the Cottage, I removed all of the old drywall in this room, which I had decided would be the master bedroom, in order to have some new wiring installed and to insulate. None of the Cottage's hollow exterior walls had any insulation, back then.

With the walls gutted, I hired an electrician for an electrical upgrade, which mainly consisted of adding some extra outlets and bringing it all up to Code (at least in this room). After the wiring was done, I refinished the heart pine floors in the entire house, and the bedroom looked like this during the refinishing:


After I put in the fiberglass insulation, circa late Winter, 2003, before Windows #2 and #3 were replaced:

I am reminded, looking at these photos, of just how bad the old windows were. Click on the photos, and look at the scraps of wood holding the old windows open. Several of the old double-hung windows throughout the house had sashes that would not stay open. Each window came equipped with its own prop stick!
The next phase: replacing the drywall:


For the drywall job, I hired a handyman-guy recommended by a friend. I have finished drywall before, but I have never hung more than small pieces, and have never redone an entire room by myself. Handyman Guy had done some minor ceiling and wall patching for my friend, who liked his work okay. Turns out he was not a good drywall hanger. I am sure he regretted ever taking this job, especially after I went behind him and took down myself then made him re-install correctly a couple of entire sheets of drywall. There was anger, there was yelling, there were tools he left behind and never bothered to come back and retrieve. I didn't care whether I ever saw him again, and I really could not fathom how this guy could do such a crappy job and actually call himself a drywall installer. But, I digress.

The plan was, from the get-go, that Handyman Guy would install the SheetRock, and I would do all of the drywall finishing myself. You see, my brother-in-law, Matt, is a drywall contractor. My sister, Jen, is a very good drywall finisher. She taught me basic drywall finishing when we redid part of my old kitchen when I lived in North Carolina. However, thanks to Handyman Guy, I spent many extra hours above and beyond what is typical in order to very meticulously tape and mud in order to cover up his sloppy drywall job. Lesson learned.

Drywall Guy left behind this 1/2 inch gap alongside one of the electrical boxes, gap wide enough to reveal the stud next to the box. No outlet cover could conceal a gap this big. It looked pretty bad, and I don't recall why I never patched it back then, probably because it wasn't apparent until the time came to put the outlet cover back on. I don't remember. Luckily, I kept a dresser parked in front of it all these years. Out of sight, out of mind.


To repair the gap, I cut a small patch of SheetRock, and mudded over the paper edge of the patch that overlapped the rest of the wallboard. After letting the first coat of mud dry, I sanded it lightly and applied one more thin coat. After that dried, a little more sanding, then primer, and finally paint. Voila!

And here is the wall, all patched and painted. You can also see that the trim around Window #3 has been primed and painted. I have since given it about 3 more coats of paint, so it looks even nicer. The only thing left to do is scrape the excess paint from the glass panes around the muntins.


On to the furniture, old and new.....
What we had before:
The old bed was this one: a full-size Colonial style four-poster bed in a dark cherry finish. This is a pretty old photo from several years ago, because, heck, that's Window #2 next to it, and it didn't even have trim around it yet!


That bed had been in my possession for many years, ever since I paid $60 for it way back when at a Goodwill thrift shop. The old mattress set was equally ancient, I have no idea exactly how old, but old enough that I was not the first, and probably not even its second owner.
It also happened to be the most comfortable mattress I had ever slept on. Seriously.

Hard to part with it, but the time had come. Anyhow, bed and mattress set are gone now, donated to Habitat for Humanity's thrift shop. I thought I would hate to say it, but: good riddance!

Two dressers and a huge birdseye maple armoire have also been displaced in order to make room for our new bedroom furniture. Those will be posted on Craigslist soon, too.

We found this beautiful Oriental rug at Pottery Barn:


One of our 2 new dressers:


View from the doorway:


The flowery drapes will be replaced with some other window treatment, probably old-fashioned roller shades behind white lace curtains, in the near future.

Monday, January 18, 2010

House paint and the Asian market.

Today we went over to the other house (Andrew's former home) on the East side of town, to check on the painter's progress. We are getting Andrew's house ready to either sell or rent, since we now have 2 houses. Here are some photos of the painting in progress.


The carport, after one coat.



The back of the house, after one coat.




The shed. It desperately needs a new door. It's on the to-do list.

Andrew picked the color scheme out all by himself, and I LOVE the colors! He did a great job, didn't he? Awwwwww......


Here's the side of the utility room, which the painter is still prepping. So far, it's been scraped and had some lap siding replaced.

Looking good!


On the way home from the house, we finally stopped at the Asian market in our neighborhood. And, joy of joys, we found a gigantic tub of Thai red curry paste! Plus, some Udon noodles, Japanese rice candy (my sister Jen introduced me to it many years ago. Fun, because the rice paper wrapper melts on your tongue), and jasmine tea (because I just ran out). We also bought some frozen dim sum treats (steamed buns with red bean paste and shrimp rolls) to try. Maybe we'll do a dim sum and Udon dinner soon.


Although the blog updates have been few and far between, there are home improvements in the works. We are in the process of redoing our master bedroom in preparation for the arrival of the new bedroom furniture we recently ordered! If all goes as planned, the crown molding will finally get installed (if I can find it out in the workshop), and we will give the room a fresh new paint color. I found a place online to order nice window treatments (a la Smith & Noble, but much, much cheaper). We'll keep you posted!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Dahlonega Days.......



Why Dahlonega? Well....Dahlonega is well-known to my darling husband, who has many times in the past driven up there to ride the Six Gap Century (the North Georgia Cycling Club's annual 100-mile bicycle ride that traverses 6 of the area's biggest mountain climbs).

Our lovely cabin lay within a few miles of Neel's Gap (a.k.a., Blood Mountain), one of the 6 mountains featured on the yearly Six Gap ride. Blood Mountain is also the first major stop along the Appalachian Trail for hikers setting out for Maine from the Trail's southernmost point at Springer Mountain, GA. We met some through-hikers at the hiker hostel/camp store atop Blood Mountain. We were told that it takes about 6 months to walk the entire AT, and generally at least 2 pairs of hiking boots!

Bicycle sculpture inside the camping supply store:



A political bumper sticker outside the camp store. I guess it should not come as a surprise that the Free Tibet crowd has passed through Blood Mountain.





Well, I am no mountain climber when I'm on my bike. I have always wondered why some cyclists seem to love to endure a great deal of pain in order to struggle their way up big, scary mountains. According to Andrew, it's "the challenge."

My road bike has not had its drive train modified, meaning it's equipped for moderate hills at best, with regard to its gearing. So refitting my bike to make it more suitable for climbing mountains would require replacing my rear cassette (the little gears attached to the back wheel) and also my crankset (the big cogs attached to the pedals that turn the chain). It's all about the gear ratio, and I currently don't really have the right gearing to allow me to pedal with relative ease up a really steep incline. Having said that, I don't kid myself. I truly believe that what happens, good or bad, on a bike ride depends more on the "engine" than the bike. And my bike's engine (me), is just not physically up to the task of climbing 6 back-to-back mega-mountains.

Despite my commitment to mountain avoidance, I knew that Dahlonega would make even me want to prove that I could do at least one badass climb. So, of course, we rode.

I hoped to do Three Gap (the shorter, 50-mile route of the yearly Six Gap ride). But, we set out after 10 a.m., due to misty weather conditions that threatened rain. I ended up doing One Gap, and my one gap was Neel's Gap. Ten miles of unrelenting uphill climbing, with a 6 to 8% grade at times. (Regarding hill grades, FYI: "6% grade is enough to cut speed to well under half, and absorb more than 80% of a rider's power output, leaving less than 20% to fight air resistance and rolling friction"). I never got the lactic acid "burn" in my legs, and I was able to keep a slow but steady upward pace, spinning in my lowest low gear, but I was panting by the time we made it to the summit. Yes, my engine could use some hill training.

We were passed at one point on our ascent by two flatbed trucks delivering a doublewide. The sound and sight of being passed by half of a house inching up the mountainside around hairpin turns, with gears whining, and spewing black diesel exhaust, while taking up 3 lanes (both of the uphill lanes and one of the downhill lanes, too) , well....it got my adrenaline going! All that kept running through my mind was how my obituary would describe the circumstances leading up to my death.

I made it.

Andrew and me, at the top of Neel's Gap:



And the reward for all that pedaling, the misty view from atop Blood Mountain:




In retrospect, getting up Neel's Gap was not really that hard, physically, just longer than LOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGG. I was delighted to see the sign saying, "Blood Mountain Cabins," because I knew that a couple hundred yards past that sign was the summit, designated by this marker:





The reward for the hard climb was the downhill. It's so steep and winding, it was impossible not to brake and brake. I never came close to reaching Andrew's descent speed, though I'd estimate you could easily get up to 50 m.p.h. on that downhill. Nevertheless, even my relatively slow descent was pretty exhilarating. The mountain that took me an hour to climb took less than 8 minutes to descend!

Me at Turner's Corner, after making it back down the mountain:



Andrew, my cycling coach and cheering squad:






A nice old barn along Highway 19 on our ride back to the cabin: