Saturday, February 28, 2015

broken, but not defeated

You may recall my Christmas fail picture I posted on Facebook on, well, Christmas.  If not, here's a refresher.  My beloved Lolita piano wine glass:



You may even recall spying it in the following picture.  Cheryl, you know who you are.



Yes, I used it.  I do that with my wine glasses.  Even my favorite ones that I don't want broken.

Philly glued it back together for me, and it fell apart again.  I was a picture of desolation.  The glass is discontinued, so it's no longer available.

Unless you find one on ebay.  

Or, dare I whisper it....two....

Let me just say that Philly is rocking the Best Husband Ever title.

Because now I've got an awesome pair.  Of glasses.




He was very concerned they might not be perfect.  I'm thinking one piece is better than five any day of the week.

Unless you're talking pizza.  Or brownies.  Or pie.



So, what did I do to celebrate?  I poured myself some Pinot Grigio, of course.  I've got a spare glass now.

Besides, life is far too short not to enjoy a few of my favorite things.



Now go forth, and use something you've been saving for a special occasion.  Today is that day.  And you're worth it.

In other news, my mom is in the hospital.  My love for her is beyond words.  I believe in the power of prayer.  Anything you have to send her way will be appreciated beyond belief.



Love,
andi







Sunday, February 22, 2015

onward, kitchen soldiers! {mighty morphin power range hood!}

I wouldn't blame Phil if he locked me in the basement forever.  I've insisted demanded sweet-talked my way into all kinds of fun gadgets he's never heard of or ever cared to install.

One of these gadgets is my Mighty Morphin Power Range Hood.

And I have my own Power Ranger to install it.  Isn't he sexy??  Yep, this is my Philly!




And because I don't like to be shown up a whole lot, this is was me.

He was moving a lot faster than I was.  In fact, I don't appear to be moving at all. 

Poser.




Phil has been measuring, reading useless instructions, and cursing quite a bit.  He's been throwing out all these technical terms like "molly," "stud," "blocking," and "shim."

Occasionally I'll glom onto one of these terms.  Poor Phil.  He says "shim" and I instantly start to serenade him with, "Shim-shimminy, Shim-shimminy, Shim-Shim, Sharoo...."

He is not amused.

Thankfully, I am!  And that's all that counts.

Nothin' sexier than a man on a countertop.  Except, perhaps, a man doing dishes. 




The tile is completely grouted (Silverado unsanded by TEC, purchased at Menards), and sealed.  I'm now free to splash chili, spaghetti, and projectile vomit (it could happen) on my tile sans worries.

And let me say that sponging the grout off the tiles was the Shittiest.  Work.  Ever.  I totally get why people keep illegals.

Dropping followers in 3 - 2 - 1....

Of course, we most likely could have saved ourselves some trouble if we'd grouted and sponged in phases.  Not these gluttons for punishment.  Philly started packing in the grout, and about halfway through, I started sponging.  Neither of us imagined how long it would take to sponge the grout off, or how freaking hard the grout would get so freaking fast.  I wore off 2 complete fingerprints and my shoulders are permanently hunched.


what hump?
So, here's the range hood going up in stages:
 







And finally...




Stainless steel and glass are so sexy. 

Sexy is the word of the day in case you were wondering.

He had all the measuring and anchoring in place before the tiling began, so it was quite magical when the time came to hang it on the wall.

Magical and sexy.

And here's your BONUS for the day.  Do you remember this post, and do you know what this is?



Why, it was the fitting for another gadget that made Philly question my sanity.

My pot filler in action!



And here's the wall put together (so far).  See those holes in the tile?  Those are by design and will be addressed in a future post.



Coming up on Kitchen Soldiers!:

Pot Farm!

Stay tuned....


(If you missed the backplash post, you can catch up HERE.)


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Monday, February 16, 2015

onward, kitchen soldiers! {backsplash!}

Let me first thank everyone for their kind words after Nancy's passing.  It meant so very much to me and Phil!

Now....onto the post...

We've been lazy bums.  No more!

When we last encountered our home-building heroes we were...I have absolutely no idea.  It's been that long.

My poor kitchen has been stagnating like a blocked colon.  Time for a cleanse!

Here's where we left off.





Let's not forget the embarrassing failure that was my attempt to paint my backsplash.  It worked out in the old house, and my mom's house, but this one?  Not so much.

I blathered on about our countertops (and had a really great fart story) HERE.  And HERE'S where I unveiled my awe-inspiring hardware for the cabinets.

That was over a year ago, people. 

And yes, I still love my choice of countertops and I do still, occasionally, lick them.

In the meantime, I fully settled on a backsplash tile that I never showed anyone and it doesn't really matter because I changed my mind again anyway.

You want to see it?  Okay, here it is.

Too bad if you love it because I'm not using it. 





These were the original 3 contenders (if you recall):



Anyone want to guess what I picked?  Anyone?  No?

Fine then.

Clean, classic, white subway tile wins! 


When the tile started going up, Philly asked me if I was going to cry seeing all my paint work being covered up.  I said the only thing that was making me cry was having to look at that debacle for what felt like an eternity.



Goodbye, hole in the wall!
  



Why did I pick plain old subway tile when there are about a million other choices?


Because I never get tired of looking at it, no matter how many kitchens I see it in.

I was quite sure if I picked a mosaic I would tire of it and let's face it: the only way the backsplash is ever going to be replaced is if we both have lobotomies (at which point it might seem like a good idea to tear it out), or someone steals our house, has a lobotomy, and tears it out.



Not this dynamic duo.

The tile isn't grouted yet, but I'll show you that soon.  I hope.


Kind of a side-by-side comparison in the fact I have dirty dishes in both shots:



So, what do you think of my decision?

Not that your opinion is going to change anything at this point.  But I'm a mammal that cares.


The kitchen is so much brighter already.  It was the backsplash I had to have with those dark cabinets.

And this picture of Eddie just because.  You know you've missed him.  He's missed you!  He's going deaf, so if you want to say hi to him, yell really, really loudly.



In fact, he's so deaf, he didn't hear me in the foyer and could only see my silhouette.  He started barking.  Even after he knew it was me, he kept barking because there MUST have been some stranger danger, otherwise, why am I barking?  I let him out to go potty and he just kept barking.  I laughed and (subsequently) coughed so hard that I went potty too.  Yep, I peed my pants a little bit and Eddie thought that was pretty funny. 



Coming up on Kitchen Soldiers!:

Grouting the Tile and a Mighty Morphin Power Range Hood!

Stay tuned....


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Sunday, February 8, 2015

nancy philsister

I'd like to take a moment to honor one of the greatest women I've ever had the privilege to know and love.

I met my Philly nearly 18 years ago.  Shortly thereafter, I was introduced to his only sibling, Nancy.



Nancy and I took to each other immediately.  She made me feel so comfortable and special right from the beginning.  The fact of the matter is she was the special one.  Because Nancy lit up any room she entered; she made everyone feel important and loved.

Even before Phil and I were married, she loved my children as if they were her own blood.  They were not simply "my brother's wife's kids."  They were HER niece and nephew, and no mistake.

We lost Nancy suddenly and unexpectedly on Thursday, January 29th from complications during surgery to remove a cancerous mass on her ovaries.

The hole she has left in our hearts and lives is palpable. 

You may wonder at the title of this post.  No, her last name wasn't really Philsister.  I was at my parents' house one day and mentioned Nancy was coming to visit.  My dad (a bit hard of hearing) said, "Who?"

My reply: "Nancy, Phil's sister."

Dad:  "Nancy Philsister?"

He really thought I said that was her last name.  :)

From that point on, she was known as Nancy Philsister.  From my family to hers, and Nancy herself.  It was just one of the great inside jokes we all came to share.

Upon reflection after Nancy's passing, my Phil, amidst tears and sadness, said, "You know...she wasn't Nancy, Phil's sister...I was her little brother."

Her family by blood is very small, indeed, but for everyone whose lives she touched, she is Mom, Sister, Wife, Aunt, Nana.  The list goes on.

We will love you forever, Nancy.

You will forever be in our hearts.


If you're so inclined, I've included Nancy's favorite song, In My Daughter's Eyes by Martina McBride.  Nancy had a very special relationship with her daughter.  And these words show the beauty of Nancy's love for her.  And for all of us.




Goodbye Nancy, until we meet again.

I love you.


If you'd like to see Nancy's obituary, it can be seen HERE.






Sunday, January 25, 2015

nights at my round table

Greetings fellow dragon slayers!

I have been totally antisocial lately, which is not a great quality in a blogger.  I won't try and make excuses because excuses are BS.  I'm owning my misanthropic behavior.

So, let's forget my dereliction of duty and move forward, for crying in your beer cheese soup.

I've been searching for an end table to reside next to the sofa and the Butter Chair.  It couldn't be a piece with an unfinished (or hairy) back, since it will be seen from all sides (not up against a wall).

My Jeep was on autopilot the other day week month (it's been a while) and we ended up at the Goodwill.  My Spidey senses started tingling immediately and I walked straight up to this beauty and promptly shat myself.

It was in amazing condition, and the old price of $10 was scratched off and it was marked down to $5.

Seriously?  $5 for all this walnutty goodness????


And if you're going to tell me it's not walnut, shut up.  I don't want to hear it.



Thomasville.  1966.  It's older than me but younger than Philly. 

That is totally burled walnut in the middle, but my photography skills are crap and you can't see that.



I grabbed the tag, knocked down 3 old ladies, kicked a seeing-eye dog, dashed to the counter, and claimed my prize.

Seriously people.  Five dollars.  Like you wouldn't do the same.

I was originally going to paint the entire base, but as I finished sanding down the top, I realized how beautiful all the wood was and I didn't want to cover it all up.

So I only covered some of it up.

I painted all the black parts...um, black.


Just a little distressing on the edges.


Philly polished the hardware and it came out blingy.

It's got the gold package.

Bitch.



All of the wood you see got stripped down and a fresh coat of General Finishes Antique Walnut and a coat of GF EnduroVar were applied.  And then I promptly collapsed in a puddle of tears because the top showed "lines" from the poly.  It's the first time I've used this particular GF product.  I've never had their clear-coat do this before.

See the #^&*$(% streaks??


I have no time at the moment to sand it back down and start over.  A girl's got to get her priorities straight, and right now I'm halfway through a box of wine, a package of Dove chocolates, and a season of Hoarders.

So here's how it looks now when I took the pictures.



Oh.  And my son got engaged.  Wha????

Yep, and we love her.  Well, we love him too, but you know what I mean.  Here they are at Christmas.  His nickname is Sid.  The envelope says SID.  But they play well and Mommy wanted a picture of them with the "STD" card.


If you can see, she's Eddie-approved.

Yep, she's going to fit right in.








Wednesday, December 17, 2014

piano room update {and some Christmas stuff}

Hello!  I have a couple things to show you in the piano room! 

Some of you poked me and reminded me that I've been absent a while.  I have no excuse.  At least not as good an excuse as my friend Amy at Buffalo Roam.  She's been absent because she wrote A BOOK!  I haven't read it yet, but I downloaded it immediately and plan on curling up with Mr. Kindle, a box of ho-hos, and a jug of wine sometime very soon. 

And maybe some Cool Ranch Doritos, too.

Now...where were we?  Oh yeah.  Stuff!

Need I remind you what the piano room looked like when we moved in?  Yes, I think I do:


Oh, I'm so sorry.  That's the wrong picture.

Try this one.




Either it's snowing in there or my buffet had a bad case of dandruff.

Suddenly...a floor, a man, and a schnauzer appeared!



And then we had our very special (piano) delivery.  Brought to you by the dudes who needed to pull up their pants and thank goodness weren't shirtless.






Then I got my big-ass clock and also suffered some ugly-rug syndrome:


But the room is finally coming along.  It's not completely finished, but it's pretty close.  Once I get a shirtless boy in there, I'll call it done and done.  But here's how it's been going.

First, I got me some trim.  On the window.  And the baseboard.


And some architraves, too.  I love that we put taller trim over the piano room entrance and the front door.  It's also thicker so it can collect more dust:




Then Tuesday Morning let me buy some of their curtains.

And Philly let me let him put them up.



I found this cabinet for my music stash in the online classifieds at work.  Isn't it freaking amazing? 


I have no immediate plans to do anything with it other than let it hang out next to Yamaha.

 
 But since it's Christmastime, I did this:




Oh, and I bought my first orchid.  I hope I don't kill it.  At least not right away.



But if I do, at least I've scored some little hair clips.


The rest of the pictures are of some random Christmas stuff around the house.  I really didn't take these pictures for you.  When next Christmas rolls around, I can refer back to this post and figure out how I put everything together instead of smashing things because I can't remember.

Because my memory is like 

Who are you and why are you reading my personal stuff?



Remember my sofa table?



This used to be my Mom's tree.  But they're in Florida.  So I broke in and stole it.  Maybe they should get a security system.


And since I have a new owl fetish, I acquired these 2 little guys this year:



This is Gramma's buffet.  I'm going to paint it red.  Shut up haters.



Baker's rack in the dining area.  (NOT dinning.  Stop spelling it that way Craig's List people).



And the top of the chest of drawers I currently have hanging out in no-man's land.


That was a really boring picture to leave you with, so here.



 Eddie says Merry Christmas!!