Sunday, November 9, 2014

master bath update {pottery-barn-inspired medicine cabinets}


We've lived here pert' near a year and I'm already moving my stuff into the master bath!  Amazing!

The delay is totally my fault.  We could have slapped mirrors up over the sinks, but I have the visual acuity of a mole, which means my face has to be right up to the mirror in order to see.  And my back isn't as limber as it was when I was 12.  I find it an inconvenience to bend way over to see my face just to apply makeup in an attempt to remove hide 10 years of my life.  In short, I need a mirror that will at least meet me partway.  Thus, medicine cabinets.

And I wanted "us" to learn how to make things out of wood. 

I really really liked this Pottery Barn medicine cabinet:


source

I really really didn't like the regular price of $449.  The sale price of $349 wasn't very comforting either, especially since we needed 2 of them.

Do you remember where we left off in the bathroom?

You can see some earlier master bath updates ==>HERE and ==>HERE.

But this is what the sink/vanity wall has been looking like (I cleaned up the dirt and hairs first).


We started the medicine cabinet project a long time ago so I don't know the exact amount we ended up spending.  It wasn't much.

And I did a horrible job of documenting the building of the cabinets, so there's no tutorial.  I do have one in-progress shot though.  Impressive, no?



We bought select pine boards from the Home Depot for the frames, birch plywood for the backs, and some 1/4" pieces of oak for the shelves.  I think we spent around $65 for all the wood and I stained everything in General Finishes Antique Walnut.

Phil put everything together with the Kreg Jig because I cast a spell on him and made him buy one.  ;) 

The mirrors came from Hobby Lobby.  With the 40% coupon, I think they were $9 each.  I also bought the knobs at Hobby Lobby for $5 for the pair.

All in all, we spent less than $100 on both cabinets.

Here they are!







Wow.  It's a face.  You see it too, don't you....


Why are they stained instead of painted to match the cabinets?  Well, let me first take a moment to thank me for asking.

I wanted to add some warm wood tones to the bathroom since everything else so far is white or gray and a little chilly.





And let's face it.  I always have the option of painting them if I really want to.  But I don't.  Yet.




But I did have some fun with the back of the mirror.  It started out that ugly gray back-of-mirror color.  Philly was the one who suggested we dress it up.  He wanted white contact paper.

So I did this (remember my backsplash stencil nightmare?).  This time the stencil project came out much better.

  
Not only did he not freak out, he actually wanted me to the same to the mirror in his cabinet!

What do I keep in my cabinet?  Don't grab the wrong one.  You'll be sorry.




Yes, that's vodka in the lower left.




It IS a medicine cabinet.


And a little finishing touch:



If you missed what that was all about, you can read about it HERE.

After all his hard work, Philly has definitely earned the ANGEL towel.

For now.





Saturday, November 1, 2014

you're so stupid, rose!! {a painful chair makeover}

I hope you all survived Halloween.  I managed to claw my way out from the onslaught of 11 trick-or-treaters.  

I was going to give this post a sweet title about my chair, Rosie.  But Rosie turned out to be a bit of a poophead.  Actually, it wasn't her fault but I was left with the same poopheadedness feeling.

Let's begin.

When Phil's mom passed away, we ended up with a few million of her things.  One was a dining table and chairs set.  I didn't know what to do with it, so I decided to take it to Goodwill.  My sister bitch-slapped me and said to give it to her instead.  Okeydokey.  So it went to be a foster child (children?) at her house.  She needed the extra chairs for family holiday gatherings and I needed stuff to not be in my basement.

Years later, she decided she didn't want it in her basement anymore, so it went to live in servitude with Emma in her first apartment.

Then Emma moved into an efficiency and guess what?  Dining Set came full circle.  Who says you can't go home again?

Naturally, I don't have pictures of the whole set because I'm only playing with one chair this entire month today.  Maybe someday I'll make them all over (shoot me), but for now, I just want one cute little chair to sit in front of my Gramma's sewing machine.

Here's how she started out:





I had every intention of being a total lazy-ass frugal with my time and throwing the new fabric over the old, but the staples basically threw themselves at me so I went ahead and yanked them all out.  

And the next layer.



Then I primed and painted.  The black (not shown yet) flowed beautifully.  The ASCP in Old Ochre wasn't as friendly.  I don't know whose fault it was...the paint or the clear (General Finishes water-based Enduro-Var), but this is what happened:



Swear, swear, f-bomb, swear.

I wanted to be fancy and do a black glaze in Rosie's crevasses and I thought a poly would be easier to work with than wax.  The poly was obviously a bust and the wax didn't work with the glaze either.

In fact, the glaze was such a bad idea I didn't even take any pictures of that debacle.

Swear, swear, f-bomb, swear.

So I primed that area (again) and painted (again) and waxed.

Then I distressed her a bit to bring out the details and waxed some more.  And I sit back and think....Hey Jackass....you missed a spot.  Except I didn't.  I sanded the paint off on purpose.  

I still can't get accustomed to distressing.  Maybe I just don't like how my distressing turns out.

Oh, Lawd, this is turning into a long, ridiculous post for one silly little chair.

In the end (or under the end), this is how Rosie turned out.



What do you think?






And here she is in her final resting place.

That sounds morbid.




I love that old typewriter.  I almost got rid of that years ago, too.  But it belonged to Phil's dad, so I'm glad I kept it.

Because doesn't everyone put an old typewriter on top of her Gramma's old sewing machine?

I wonder if I can use it to type my blog....

  




Monday, October 27, 2014

owl post ... {and thanks!}

This isn't about Harry Potter's Owlery...that would involve too much owl poop.

Have you ever become so completely obsessed with something that it takes over your life?

You are an owlbsession....you're my owlbsession....

Might as well face it you're addicted to owls...

I'm so owlxcited...and I just can't hide it....

Owlkay, enough of that.

When I was buying fabric for my curtainry, I came across some of the cutest owl fabric on the planet.  I had no idea what I was going to do with it, but I knew I'd find something fun, so I threw in a yard with my order.

Then I had an owlpiphany.

Remember this lamp?  Me neither.  It was a long time ago. 

Here was the first makeover.  I'm an excellent stager.


And here it is nowl!


I repainted the base red and ripped off the burlap from the shade I bought for the first makeover.  Then I spray-mounted the new fabric and trim.

Here they are side-by-side (there are two...I only remade one).


I know...one owl item does not an owlbsession make.  But did you see Mr. Googley-eyes there too?


And there's this little fowlla sitting on my sofa table.



This is supposedly an oven mitt but your fingers will be burnt to a crisp if you try and use it.  It's a total fowlure.  But cute.



These work a little better but whoooo wants to mess them up?



This guy didn't have enough cowlfee.  That's why he's blurry.


These hanging guys remind me of the Jungle Book for some reason.  My sis-in-law Nancy gave me the salt and pepper shakers below when she learned of my owlbsession.  She's an owlnabler.


I found these little t-owl-els at Tuesday Morning.


More t-owl-els for my kitchen.


This one has a little plant gr-ow-l-ing from its brain.


And, of course, an owl to welcome you to our home!  This is the cat's favorite napping spot.


 Damn cat won't sit still for a picture.




Dogs and cats...living together....mass hysteria.



And finally...and c-oowl-est of all.  Tina at What We Keep sent me a care package.  Technically, I won a giveaway because her drug-induced husband picked my name.  


I squealed when I opened my package and saw that she also included a book we discussed.  I can't wait to read it!


I got this great drying towel.  

But I prefer to air-dry.  Less work pour moi.  =D



Tina is also an owlnabler.  Isn't he magnificent??





And finally....these.

My custom towels.

Phil can't figure out why Tina thinks I'm a SHITHEAD.

MmmmmHmmmm.



Thanks Tina!  Love you!!!

 And so the rest of you can have this song running around your head
the rest of the day.  Week.  Month.

 


Do you love owls as much as I do?

Or am I an anowlmaly?





Thursday, October 9, 2014

desk makeover

My daughter moved into a sweet little efficiency apartment which means I am the lucky recipient of all her stuff that doesn't fit in it.

It's a good thing she's tiny.

That's okay though.  My parents are still storing some of my crap too.  Namely, the pool table we got for free from Philly's sister.

That, and all those sweet antiques I'm going to steal when they're senile enough not to notice they're gone.  I already scored this trunk and sewing cabinet.  But those don't count since I didn't acquire them by stealth.

This desk set (I use the term "set" loosely...I'm pretty sure they're a blended family) was one of the treasures to come home to roost.

That means Mama uses it however she wants.

Like to support her laptop.  And her generous ass.



That upholstery was heavy-duty, but surprisingly easy to remove.



I decided to give the set a makeover.

Philly says, "Did you ask Emma first if you could paint it?"

Me:  "No...but I just painted the next-door neighbors' satellite dish and I didn't ask them either."

No big.

So I got my yellow on and used up some leftover fabric from my new curtainry.


I was so amazed at my painting prowess. 


 If I'm known for anything, it's my attention to detail.



Stickler for detail baby.  Nothing gets past me.




I'm a freaking master.


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Hey Jackass.

You missed a spot. 

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So, I may have painted the stool while it was upside-down.  Oops.

I rectum-fied the situation.  But apparently I forgot to close the drawer all the way.



I left the top alone because it was laminate and impervious.  Unlike paint.  I've painted laminate tops before HERE and HERE, but laminate is like the Dick Clark of surfaces.  It looks brand-new forever.

Oh shit.  I mean Casey Kasem.

Oh wait.  He just died, didn't he?  Did they ever get him buried??  Oops again.  This post is froth with inappropriateness.

But I totally fixed it.



Which brings me to my next (and most relevant) question.

When you find a fruit fly in your wine, do you scoop him out and finish your wine, or do you dump your wine and start over?



I totally scoop him out and keep drinking.  That actually might explain this post.

And what the hell is up with my 99 GFC followers?  I've been at 99 forever.  Can't someone help a wino out?  Send me a friend.

Or this post will be brought to you by the #100.

And it will keep me up all night.