A Dark & Moody Third Floor Hideaway

Whenever we show someone around that has never been to our house before their favorite room always seems to be the guest bedroom up on the 3rd floor. I totally get it, you go up the back stairs and at the top are greeted by the sunlight pouring in through the skylight on the landing and then turn into the door to find this cozy little hideaway of a room. The ceiling is low and, part of the room being inside a dormer, not much of it is even flat. The two side-by-side windows peek out into the tree tops. It is the kind of room that makes you look forward to rainy days so you can cozy up and get into a good book while listening to the rain tapping on the skylight.

We assume that the room was originally for a live-in maid or servant of some sort. I feel bad for whoever had to live up there before window AC units were invented though because, boy, does it get hot up there in the summer. In the winter it is cold but is still usable with the assistance of a space heater and heated mattress pad. Despite the rooms shortcomings, however, it is still absolutely charming.

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Window Restoration A Practice in Mindfulness

Our most recent housemate moved out rather suddenly recently. It wasn’t because anything bad happened. He had stumbled across an opportunity that was just too good to pass up so we sent him off with our well wishes. With the room newly vacated I decided it was a good opportunity to restore the windows in there. This wasn’t originally on my to-do list for the spring, but, once we fill the room again I don’t know when I will get another chance.

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Progress Report: The Den

I haven’t really been working on anything too big recently, but I have been chipping away at several small projects focused mainly in the den. I am REALLY trying to get at least one room done. I need a room where I can go and not have to look at all the things that I want to do. Someplace where my brain can take a rest. While I realize that in reality this will never happen because I am indecisive and my tastes are always changing, I at least want to get as close as I can for now.

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New Sofa Time!

I had been saving up for a bit and it was finally time. This past weekend J, A, and I put on our comfy shoes, dressed in appropriate layers, piled into the Danger Ranger and made the trek to our local Ikea. It isn’t really that far (just half an hour away) but going to Ikea always feels like embarking on a journey of self discipline. There are many victories but you always end up regretting a couple of things that make it into your cart. It is shocking how much you can end up spending there. We were not, however, going just to go. We were going to get the sofa-bed for the den that I had been wanting.

We had always been unhappy with the furniture situation in the den. We had one long sofa in there and a couple lounge chairs (one of them is heated and has vibrating massage, it is pretty sweet). J and I would have a hard time being comfortable on the sofa together; J had this habit of expanding like those long skinny balloons that they make the animals out of until I was pushed into the corner with my knees up against my chest. There was also no practical way that more than three people could watch a movie or show in there together. The solution that I saw to this issue was getting us a nice sectional with a chaise. They had the perfect one at Ikea.

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My Bedroom Refresh

I had been having trouble getting motivated to work on the house recently. It was feeling like a futile effort. None of the rooms in this place were feeling done (well, at least done enough). I would look at each room and think, "Someday". Someday we will get the right furniture for this space. Someday we will fix the ceiling in this room. Someday we will get around to refinishing these floors. Someday we will get this bathroom working. I could go on and on. But I needed a room that I could feel good about NOW.

One of the rooms that was really getting me down was our bedroom. It felt like I had randomly just thrown things in there because that is what we had, not because it was what I wanted. I didn't like where the bed was, the artwork felt out of place, I couldn't tolerate the curtains, and overall nothing tied together in any cohesive way. I had to do something about it.

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A Small Win

I had been working on restoring my first window and had it all reglazed, repainted, and ready to go when the unfortunate happened. By several oversights on both mine and J’s behalf we left one of the sashes in a stupid place and it was knocked over. The top of a bottle of hydrogen peroxide that was sitting out ended up going straight through one of the panes. There was broken glass and my shattered ambitions all over the floor. I had really been looking forward to rehanging the sashes, getting the stops in place, and painting it all up so I could stand back and bask in that feeling of completion. Particularly completing something I had never done before and that was kind of scary when beginning. But, the pane now had to be replaced, which meant that it also had to be reglazed and repainted, which meant I would not be able to put it all together for at least another 2-3 weeks. Dammit. I was frustrated and feeling disheartened. I needed something to make myself feel better and to give me the gumption to pick up and keep going. I needed a win. Even if it was just a small one.

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RIP Little Chicken and Black Chicken

This morning we had to say goodbye to Black Chicken and Little Chicken. We lost them to raccoons that broke into the coop last night. They were good chickens and great companions in the yard. Little Chicken was adorable and very social. She would hangout with us on the patio waiting for handouts when we entertained and would let us handle her and pet her without much of a fuss. I would often come out the back door and she would come running up to greet me. She also laid the tiniest, cutest eggs you have ever seen. Black Chicken was a total badass and, while not as trusting as Little Chicken, was sassy and a scrapper. She kept order in the flock. We had her for over four years, the longest we have had any chicken.

We will miss them.