February 28, 2011
This weekend was weird. It was the kind of weekend where I got to the gym for my second day back at running post-surgery, realized I didn’t have my Body-Glide (otherwise my fat sweaty thighs rub together and it HURTS), and I about had a Hulk moment right there in the locker room.
It was the kind of weekend where everything seemed to take me forever- I’ve been doing the same two loads of laundry since Friday night, I swear I spent 30 minutes unloading the dishwasher, and I didn’t remember to brush my teeth until like 2pm on Friday.
As I saw my weekend-end fast approaching, I just got more discouraged. (You know when you know you’re being a baby for no reason, and then that fact makes you even more sad and pathetic, so you’re even more of a baby?) It seemed like every item on my to-do list required two people, or one person + an electrician, or one person + a Stan + an electrician… and being the disorganized person I am, I hadn’t figured out a time when Stan the Man and his dad could come over to finish those projects, so I was at a stalemate.
But then I remembered that there was a project that needed doing, but was low on the list, but was the only one I could think of to start on all by myself! And was not weather dependent! Painting the second bedroom- aka the music/sewing/craft/bike/cat/dog room.
I knew that the color in the second bedroom was kind of a challenge, because it has only one tree-shaded north-facing window. That = dark. I knew that Maria Killam and other experts recommended not trying to fight a room’s natural lighting by going with too light a color, but I just hadn’t landed on which “dark” color to pick yet.
I’m nothing if not a shameless copycat, so I totally copycatted some of my favorite dark blue colors. Of all those linked, I chose Plumage by Martha Stewart, but only because I neglected to write down the formula for Reflecting Pool that Sara so awesomeley provided, and Home Depot doesn’t have Ralph Lauren colors. Yes, that really is how decisions are made around here.
On to the fun part. I moved all the crapola to the middle of the room…
And then I cut in around the edges instead of taping which took for-ev-er. However, by the end of it I was getting the hang of it and I think I may never tape again. Maybe.
Oh! And by the way I decided to give the Behr paint+primer a go, since it’s such a dark color and I’m lazy. It worked awesome! Really good coverage. I put on two full coats, but if I’d been more diligent with the first coat, I probably could have gotten away with just spot fill-ins the second time around. TWO COATS! For a color that dark! I’m sold.
Unfortunately, you guys don’t get to see an “after” yet, because I finished at 12:15am and the lighting just doesn’t do it justice at that hour, ya know?
In other news, I finally put the last coat of poly on that TV table I built forever ago.
I guess I should explain the title of the post- after so much laying around, and a vacation to Moab (which was awesome) I was feeling seriously behind and stagnant and grumpy. I needed a big project like this that I could tackle on my own while Stan was skiing. Since I managed to finish it in a day, I’d say I got a fair amount of self-esteem out of that can of paint!
PS- Does anyone have any suggestions for a cheap but cool light fixture? The boob has got to go.
February 23, 2011
Posted by Hip House Girl under Wordless Wednesday
February 22, 2011
Posted by Hip House Girl under Second Bedroom
You guys have seen glimpses of my guest/sewing/craft/dog/cat/bike/music room, but it is forever a work in progress. Back in December, the first order of business was getting rid of this monstrosity:
Be a friend and don’t judge me for that pile of crap in the corner. I’m working on it.
I’d like to issue a sincere public apology if you’ve ever stayed at my house and slept on this thing. It’s super uncomfortable. When I sit on it, my butt falls asleep after like three seconds. It tricks you, because when you first sit/lie on it it feels cushy and bouncy, but the reality is that if you weigh more than Keira Knightly, you sink down to an unpleasant layer of what I can only assume is concrete. Sorry guys (all two or three of you). So this thing got the craigslist boot (another apology to the poor sucker who bought this).
When I got the offer from CSN to do another review, I was pumped (such an awesome pun for this review). I resisted the urge to spend my money on something “fun” and instead invested in the Pure Comfort Queen “Raised” Flock Top Air Bed. I’d seen displays of raised air beds in Costco (and been pushed onto them in the middle of the store by Stan- not in that way, just in a fun joking “I’m going to push you onto this bed and keep walking” sort of way). From those experiences, I had high hopes for the comfort of a raised air bed.
Raised = way better than not raised. Have you ever slept on a regular-sized air mattress that deflates halfway through the night? And your back and bum end up on the floor and your head and feet are up in the air? It sucks huh! Well my thinking with a raised one was that even if it partially deflates, you won’t end up with your bum on a hard floor- you’ll just end up generally a little lower (although admittedly probably still in the bum-down-limbs-up position). Was I right? Read on to find out!
I was pleased that it came with a pump. I’m a fainter (probably ’cause I’m so dainty) so me + repeatedly breathing large puffs of air into pressurized objects = faintage. So while I was pumped (tee hee) that it came with a pump, guys, that pump is LOUD. In-yo-face loud. Wear ear muffs loud.
But it beats the poop out of blowing it up by hand… er, by mouth.
That’s a lot of air in there! PS it inflates in about four minutes with the pump.
With sheets and blankets and pillows (is that what fancy people refer to as “linens”?), it looks pretty much like a normal bed.
Yes, that’s about the best I can do at making a bed- thanks for asking.
And it pretty much feels like a normal bed too! I’m happy to report that throughout the night, I never once ended up in bum-down-limbs-up position, and I slept really well! It held air like a champ. Although if I were going to sleep on it for multiple days, I would probably top off the air before bed every night (but don’t wait till people are sleeping or they will wonder why there is a shrieking tornado in the next room).
Since I keep my house cold at night, the air in the air bed got really cold too. I would recommend putting a blanket or two under the fitted sheet.
It has this extra border around the sides to keep you from rolling off, and it worked really well. I didn’t even have any of those dreams where you think you’re falling (okay, maybe that can’t quite be attributed to the air bed).
Since this room functions as a guest room about 1% of the time and a music/sewing/craft/dog/cat/bike room the rest of the time, I took a clue from Yellow Brick Home and ditched the piece of furniture devoted almost solely to guests (that sucked hardcore anyway). This air mattress is way better (come visit me guys!) and takes up way less space, and is really easy and fast to set up.
Overall I’m happy with the purchase. Maybe someday I’ll have a bona fide Guest Room with a real bed and an empty dresser and a carafe/glass set on the side table and empty wooden hangers in the closet but until then, my houseguests will get to enjoy this puppy. (Come visit me!)
February 18, 2011
Posted by Hip House Girl under Uncategorized
Details of craftsmanship with natural materials surround you. Your kitchen is your prize. Decorative, finished… elegant. A fantasy, the bedroom combines an invigorating mix of styles. Musical lyrics bring to mind life’s extraordinary events. Your relaxed table atmosphere is enjoyed by everyone. “Beer is proof that God loves us” Pre-war, upper east side attitude. Stand tall in the saddle… it’s a short ride home..
Suspected “Unmade Bed”
– Woody Allen
– Bob Dylan
– Tina Fey
Tina Fey, huh? I definitely would have said Liz Lemon, but I’ll take Tina.
Workin' on my night cheese!
Anyhoo, you guys should take that quiz if you want to find out what your style is. I found it to be life-changing. (Almost. Not really.)
And you should also have a fantastic long weekend.
I’ll be doing a little of this…
And probably some sitting around due to the fact that my leetle scars aren’t fully healed yet. Peace out!
February 17, 2011
Posted by Hip House Girl under Uncategorized
I’m not kidding. Nearly (pause) three (pause) years…(final pause).
I started this quilt for my friend Kristin the way I start most of my projects- full of enthusiasm and raring to go. Unfortunately –as with most of my projects– my enthusiasm dwindled a bit after a while. The quilt pieces moved houses with me, and lived in a box labeled “Butterfly quilt” for far too long. I have had a picture on my camera for two years of how I wanted the blocks arranged. Every time I turned on my camera, there was the picture of the disassembled quilt, reminding me of my failure as a human being.
<picture of disassembled quilt that I’m not really going to show you>
But two weeks ago, the weekend before Kristin’s birthday was approaching, I said to myself “Self! Get your butt in gear and finish this quilt this weekend in time for Kristin’s birthday!” And then I got appendicitis.
Never fear. When have I ever been too embarrassed to give a late birthday present? So the next weekend, feeling an appendix-worth lighter, I whipped that baby into shape.
I sent this picture to my mom, who had helped me start the quilt, as proof that it was finished.
I have to credit Erin and her beautiful baby quilt for giving me the idea of backing it with fleece. I guess I’d never thought to back a cotton quilt with fleece, but why not? The fleece is not too stretchy, and it’s warm and cozy, plus it eliminates the need for batting (if you want it for just a TV-watching throw, like I did). Hers is quilted and mine is tied, but it’s not a competition, right? 🙂
So anyway, Kristin, whether you believe me or not, I really did have the best of intentions as far as finishing it in time for Birthday 2011. (And yes, if I hadn’t procrastinated so much, getting appendicitis wouldn’t have mattered. But give me a break- you know how I am.) The amount of time it took me to finish this is directly disproportionate to how much I love you! Happy late Birthday and welcome to 26!
February 16, 2011
Posted by Hip House Girl under Wedding
Food. One of the BIG 3 in the trifecta of things that make your wedding budget skyrocket- along with venue and photographer. But it’s important, right? People are flying (and driving) in from miles and miles away to wish us well on our big day, so I feel like the least I can do is offer to fill their bellies with deliciousness.
However. The budget has already crept up higher than we’d originally planned (we’ll be okay, don’t worry), so we need to keep the cost minimal. Our wedding can’t start until 7pm since Cactus and Tropicals is first and foremost a store that doesn’t close until 6pm. So for a while I was thinking that by the time the reception started at 7:30 or 7:45 or so, that was late enough to just do hors d’oeuvres. And we’re still kind of going back and forth on this. They cost less than a full meal, of course (even with fancier ones from a few Italian import stores around here), but I really kinda really want to be able to feed people dinner.
So the other main option we’ve been considering is to get a local favorite, Cafe Rio, to do the catering for us. They offer a taco package (two tacos per person with handmade tortillas, rice, beans, chips and salsa, salad, and two different desserts) for $8.95 per person. You can add another $2 per person if you want them to come and serve the food (plus they do a little bit nicer setup- look at their photos to see how nice they can make food look!). That’s $11 per person. I’ve done enough corporate events to know that that is darn cheap as far as catering goes. Sure, it’s not gourmet, but I promise you that Cafe Rio is a restaurant that visiting out-of-towners make a point of hitting up, and people who have left Utah post dramatic facebook statuses about how much they miss it. It’s true, I’ve seen it (lookin’ at you, Becca :)).
So… $11 per person is pretty much our price limit. (Or if we can round up willing servers, it could be as low as $9 per person… I’m still not sure how I feel about that though.)
What do you guys think?
Option A- Hors d’oeuvres
Pros: Less expensive, might be a little fancier/gourmet
Cons: Not as filling
Option B- Taco bar
Pros: a local restaurant that most people I know love, more filling
Cons: More expensive, less fancy- a more low-key vibe (although that’s actually probably a Pro, since we’re having a greenhouse/garden wedding)
There are probably more pros and cons to each option, but I’m too lazy to think of them right now. I’m leaning toward Rio, because I want people to leave the wedding full and fighting over leftovers, if there are any. Plus it’s “fun”. Yeah, I referred to food as “fun”.
But as always, I’m more than willing to take your suggestions!
Oh and also, we’re currently in the process of stocking up on glass-bottled sodas to serve in a tub full of ice, a la Young House Love (and my cousin’s lovely backyard wedding last year). I think their tip to kick the cans and stick to glass only is an easy way to keep the class factor at a reasonably high level.
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And now, to reward you for putting up with my wedding nonsense, here are some ridiculous pictures of Blanche.
(Click to enlarge- you won’t regret it.)
February 14, 2011
Posted by Hip House Girl under Exterior
, Just for Fun
There’s an abandoned church about half a block away from my house.
It’s gorgeous. It has shopping carts in its parking lots and a pile of laundry on its steps. That’s sad.
Every time I walk by there, I think about how it’s my dad’s dream (one of many) to find an old church like this and turn it into a house. For some reason, he thinks that would be just about the coolest thing. One of his friends lives in an old church-turned-house, and I’m told it’s awesome.
It seemed weird to me at first, but I’m kind of warming up to the idea. A beautiful building is a beautiful building, right?
I mean, imagine this was your front door.
(Sadly for some reason those windows have been filled in.)
And imagine these were your living room windows. Or kitchen!
Won’t somebody help this church?
Or at least beef up the security against bums and vagrants?
There is a restaurant here in SLC that’s an old church. It’s called Ichiban. I love going there for a) their half-price sushi rolls Mon-Wed and b) this:
Sorry, the restaurant was kind of a sidetrack. But what do you guys think about living in a church? Would it feel weird? Too grand and formal? Rad? I’m curious to see where people stand.
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