January 2010

Okay, so no one has ever actually said that to me. But my dear friend Ingrid’s little sister Adriana needed some subjects for a music video she was making for a contest, and I said yes. Oh and Stan said yes too. The contest is for the band Owl City, and if her video is one of the top ten, she’ll need your vote to be a winner! I’ll post the link to vote on Feb 5 but if you’d like to watch the video now, here it is:

I feel a little dumb for posting it since Stan and I are the subjects, but I  think she did a great job so I’ll get over it. She is a rather talented and ambitious young’un and deserves some recognition!

I’m pretty sure that my living room is smaller than many people’s bedrooms. And it’s not really an open room either- so I need some help positioning furniture.

I suppose I might want to buy some furniture and some point… but that comes later.

Sadly I’m afraid that this tiny room is not big enough for my couch (which I scored for $110 from ksl.com!) so I will need to sell it and possibly get a love seat. So, can we all just pretend that the couch is a love seat for now? Couch = love seat. Couch = love seat. Ready? OK.

Option 1

(The little triangle table on the left will one day be replaced by an entryway bench.)

Option 2

Now there actually is a reason there is a sock draped over the couch, other than I am a slob with laundry lying around everywhere (which I won’t deny). It’s to show you where 60″ is (the smallest love seats I’ve seen). The couch itself is 88″. Obviously Option 2 leaves too narrow a space to walk into the living room if I keep the couch. But that’s why we’re pretending that the couch is a love seat.

So what do you think? I like Option 1 because it’s more open, but I like Option 2 because it’s cozier.

And how much other crap can I fit in there? Love seat and one chair? Love seat and two chairs? Coffee table? Storage ottoman(s)?

Is it weird to not own a couch?

Don’t be shy!

We went to the Sundance Film Festival in Park City this weekend. We did, in fact, see a celebrity. It was Colin Hanks! Tom Hanks’ son! He was in Orange County!! And HOUSE BUNNY!!!

And of course we saw our hot selves:

We also saw some firsthand work by another “celebrity”. His name is Banksy. Anyone heard of him? You can check out his site here. He’s an anonymous street artist, and his pieces are pretty satirical and poke fun at bits and pieces of our society. They are really pretty cool. He “hit” the side of the Java Cow in downtown Park City just a few days before. It’s a reporter taking an image of a flower that he’s pulled out of the ground (in case you didn’t get it):

I love it. Too bad there’s a picture of me by it but I’m making a really dumb face. But I like how this one has the snow and everything. Maybe I’ll have it printed and hang it up in my house somewhere (there, now this post is house-related).

It’s true that I am a bit of a treehugger. I mean, I still shave my armpits and bathe regularly, but I also engage in such activities as recycling, driving a small fuel-efficient car, and consuming things secondhand as often as I can (it helps that I’m cheap- er, frugal).

One treehugger thing that I do is subscribe to Mother Earth News. We always made fun of my dad for getting this magazine because the title sounds so… so… treehuggerish! But as with many things, I have grown up and realized that my dad may have been on to something.

The article that tickled my fancy in the latest edition was about a middle-aged couple who lives in a 480 sq ft house. How cool is that? I particularly like the article because they didn’t act all pious about it. In fact, it was more of a financial decision- they could no longer afford to build the “real” house they’d been planning on. But with some great design, an open floor plan, and a clutter-free policy, they have really learned to love living small.

I love small houses, mostly because there is less to clean. But there’s also less to heat and cool, less to furnish, and less to worry about in general. Now, I’m not judging you if you live in a big house (unless you live in a McMansion on the east bench of Salt Lake with a Hummer or two parked in the driveway, then I might judge you a little bit ;-)). I’m just expressing my delight at creatively using small spaces to meet your needs. I stumbled upon this blog called Yellow Brick Home and really fell in love. They really know how to work 650 square feet, and with plenty of color to boot! Call me crazy, but I honestly believe that if I won the lottery tomorrow, I would live in something like that before I’d live in a big ol’ nasty house. I am also a big fan of this awesome Airstream.

One last small space idea. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m really excited to try Square Foot Gardening this spring. It’s just what it sounds like- you can grow as small or as big a garden you like- all in increments of square foots. You could even grow a 1 sq ft garden if you have very limited space or only have a patio! I realize it might be a bit ambitious to tackle a garden with all my other projects, but supposedly these kinds of gardens are extremely easy to maintain once you have them going. I think it would be cool to do one or two 2×5 gardens.

Treehuggers unite!

I finished it! The fireplace, that is. The one that used to look like this:

First I painted it white, which I talked about in this post.

But the brass was all nasty looking so I decided to just spray paint it with some heat-tolerant spray paint. So I masked it all off with blue painter’s tape

then used cheaper masking tape to put newspaper all around so I wouldn’t get black overspray all over my beautiful white.

Then I went to town! I thought about doing white but I quite  like how the black turned out. Validate me.

I still have yet to light a fire. But I did bring some firewood in and set it next to the fireplace, so that’s a start.

Oh yeah and I ran ten miles on Saturday.

I’m so lucky- my back yard came with so much fun stuff- so many beautiful plants, a rockin’ clothesline… you could have a wedding out there!

If you were marrying your cousin Larry. Check out this mess of nasty:

Like any good homeowner, I have been putting off doing anything in the yard until it’s absolutely necessary, like in the springtime. But one day, we went out to play with Misty and somehow ended up doing this:

Pruning and sawing and pulling and twisting dead thing after dead thing. Oh, this spring is going to be joyous fun.

Yes, that pile is still in the back yard. I’m slowly cutting them up and stuffing them into the garbage can.

Someone sure seems to enjoy it though:

And just for fun:

She always runs straight back into the pile of branches! Funny dog.

I was looking through some old pictures on my computer, and I came across this:

Anyone know what this is? This is the house the started it all- the one that first tickled my fancy for homeownership. Yes, this is ol’ “pink ‘n’ white” as we so affectionately referred to her (for her artfully chosen exterior colors).

I believe it was right at the beginning of the downturn in the economy when I (or Jonny, or someone) came across this house. It was listed at $100,000, which was by far the lowest I had ever heard of for a house in SLC. And suddenly, I realized that hey- I could afford that! Of course it would cost much more than $100k- it would need a LOT of work and money. But it was completely gutted (dad says that’s the worst part anyway) and in a cute neighborhood, with a nice yard and a garage. I wish I had a picture of the outside.

Aaah, kitchen and living room areas:

Stairs that probably once led to a couple of bedrooms:

And a nice, relaxing place to soak after a hard day’s work:

As it turned out, the house was so rough (ya think?!) that they would only accept a cash offer so it was out of the picture pretty much immediately. But I am actually very grateful that this house existed- it really got my wheels turning. Even now I can picture it all fixed up cute, sheetrocked and painted, with three bedrooms and two baths… whoever managed to score this beauty is a lucky person!

No looking back though. Maybe one day when I’m rich I’ll scour neighborhoods for gems like this and fix them up all cute. Jeez, I’m sounding more like my dad every day.

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