Tuesday, August 27, 2013

D.I.Y. network returns to Green Meadow

 Before we were married, we used to sit in the basement and mull over how we could make this space much more usable and friendly and cozy than the flashback to 60's home decorating that it was, complete with its red and gold couch (long gone to a new home by now) and homemade bar.  Now, things are on the move and we are learning lots about flooring, tiling, painting, wiring, plumbing and just about everything else!  I'm in charge of picking up supplies and ordering things along the way and I try to help out where I can.  I'm kinda in charge of the fireplace recovery and it has been fun thus far.  Because we are painting over red bricks, there is quite a difference even with the primer alone.  So the first pic is pre painting - we had some brickwork done to fix up some holes and I think they did a great job - and once the painting is done, I don't think you'll be able to tell.  I've seen several online videos of how to go about painting your fireplace/bricks...and I think i'm doing okay thus far.  We hope to have a gas fireplace installed in front of the bricks soon - so we have to get ourselves in motion - once painting is done, we can tile and then it's onwards and upwards.
 After just a few rows are done - I have to paint each line individually and it's a bit fiddly but good to do on a muggy rainy day while listening to some great tunes by the Civil Wars and the Wailing Jennies. 
Almost done the lines... now onto the rolling stage - we'll see how that goes - next day off!  If you're bored and want to help out, I've got extra rollers!

Ummm... maybe wrong address

Here's hoping that Postman Pete had the wrong address... since i'm not quite used to this kind of mail.  Usually when I rush to the mailbox after i'm sure the postman is out of sight and earshot (so he doesn't know how desperately I want to get some real mail), i'm greeted by my monthly report of what my MPP whom I didn't elect is accusing the conservatives of doing now, or a stack of bills reminding me just how much money I doled out this month.  But yesterday, when I hopefully opened the lid, there was this ominous letter waiting for me.  I'm not sure how this would work since I didn't actually open the letter - just merely documented its arrival for posterity's sake, but how do you just get started cremating yourself?  Just put a bit of lighter fluid on your toe and strike a match?  Douse your hair with gasoline and make a spark?  I'll admit i'm probably getting a bit far fetched but I did find this somewhat amusing and at the same time very morbid... I've got a will and life insurance, how much more prepared would you like me to be?