I had high hopes for a beautiful Labor Day weekend, an extra day off, and some time at the beach. But, that didn't happen because I had to work on Friday, and Saturday dawned cold and rainy. Matt and I decided to finish up our little living room remodel, which we started right after Memorial Day, but who’s counting?
Me. I’m counting.
We installed the new baseboards, bought a rug, and then sat in the living room and admired our handiwork. I still need to put up decorations and do a few final finishing touches, but the room has come a long way.
This is what it looked like when we bought the house.
The weather wasn’t much better on Sunday, so we went to the store to buy a new air conditioner for the kitchen and then Matt decided to start demolition. There's no turning back now.
On Monday, I decided I would tackle wallpaper removal. I created a little itinerary for the day in my head, and set aside three hours for wallpaper removal, because I am a fool who forgot about the painful master bedroom wallpaper removal of January ’16 and the fact that it takes many, many, many, DEFINITELY NOT JUST THREE, hours.
You know how much progress I had made in three hours? I’d gotten about 3 square feet removed.
I’d also sliced my finger on the scraper thing whose technical name I cannot remember at this moment. I want to say scalpel but I know that’s not right since I wasn’t operating on anyone.
My Enterprise/medical examiner friend is rubbing off on me.
The hours ticked by and finally at 4:15 I decided I’d go to the store to buy decorations for the living room. I went to about 4 stores and left every one empty-handed because I was overwhelmed with the thoughts of shelves and gallery walls and is there such a thing as too many mirrors?
A high point of the weekend was that the local rock radio station does a back to school A-Z special every year, and it started last Friday. They play their entire library of music in alphabetical order and it takes about ten days. Matt and I enjoyed listening and racing to see who could name the artist first. Matt kept thinking he could stump me but I continuously surprised him by knowing, among other, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Steely Dan, and The Doors, like I didn't grow up with my parents playing the same music his dad did.
The low point of the weekend was probably when I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash came on, and Matt said, "Hey, it's George Thorogood! Or is this Bob Dylan?"
However, he did know a Heart song so that might cancel out the Johnny Cash mix-up.
Speaking of old classics, we’ve found all sorts of things in our kitchen. The kitchen is an addition to the back of the house that the previous owner built about fifty years ago. When we ripped away the window woodwork, we found cardboard shoved in instead of a shim. Upon further inspection, it was actually a recipe card.
(Also, I feel the need to tell you that nail polish situation has been rectified. Shameful.)
We also discovered a hole in the floor that had simply been stuffed with old newspaper. In case anyone was wondering what was going on in Philadelphia on April 6, 1979, I can tell you.
I also know how old two of their kids were in 1968.
Here is where the kitchen progress stands as of tonight. As you can see, I've waved the white flag of wallpaper removal and new drywall will be installed tomorrow.
We have a lot of work ahead of us this weekend. Hopefully no more injuries. And lots of good music.