Cupcakes & Updates

June 20, 2012

Hard Work If You Can Dig It

...which, by the way, I can't.
I would have never imagined that "ability to dig a hole" would be a talent that I would admire so much and lack so severely, but here we are. My upper body strength is pathetic.

Anyway, the brush collectors are coming. Can you tell?

Husband and I tend to talk things to death and take for.ev.er to actually do any of them. Then when we do, it still feels scary and spontaneous. We're still pretty chicken with this whole home-ownership business, I guess.

With brings me to the shrubs. I'm sorry, The Shrubs. I hated those shrubs. Husband hated the shrubs. No one else on the street has weird shrubs at the end of their driveway. We didn't understand them, we didn't want to mow around them or shovel snow on top of them, we wanted them GONE.

Fall 2011

But, it seemed like a really big job. We didn't want to pay for a pro to remove them, and we also didn't want to get into a situation where instead of weird shrubs, we had ugly mangled tree stumps in the middle of the lawn. So naturally, we did nothing but talk about how "we need to get rid of them" for months and months. Then we realized that our window to dispose of the bushes and branches cheaply and easily would close as soon as the street brush collection came by. We may be procrastinators, but we're even bigger opportunists, so one Saturday Husband just went for it. The first, smaller tree seemed to come out really quickly (I wouldn't know since I was keeping busy in the back yard trying to stay as far away from this job as possible), but the second one was a monster. Like, a massive horizontal root every 2 inches deep and all around the trunk, monster. At one point, he couldn't even fit a small hand shovel between all the roots and had to clear dirt from around them by hand, then chop through them one at a time (side note: roots really freak me out.) It took hours. HOURS. And I was zero help.

Before you go thinking I'm completely useless in this project, I had already chopped down the big bush by the house that was crowding up the front door and window a few days prior. I definitely didn't dig out the stump, but I did plant something next to it that will eventually grow out and cover it. To each his own, ya know?

The depressing thing about all this work is that it seems like everything we do in the yard initially feels like a big giant step backwards. Even though we're really happy that those ugly bushes are gone, I'm not convinced that our curb appeal is actually looking any better. I'm sure it will, in time, maybe, but honestly it looks pretty bare and beaten up right now.

Oh well, we're new at this.

June 13, 2012

Spray Paint Diaries

Sometimes our front porch really bums me out. Obviously, it's the first part of our home that anyone sees, and I feel like they're seeing the entrance to someone else's house. It's just wrong. It says "someone else used to live here" to me every time I look at it, and I really don't care to be reminded of that fact. I wish it would just shut up, and I want to change everything about it. We'll replace the whole door sometime in the next few years, but it's seriously not in the budget right now. I could paint the door, but it seems pointless to change the color when we're thinking about having the house painted next year anyway.

So, it's bad, but the biggest offender is actually even worse up close.

Whoa, that is one ugly mailbox. I did some brief searching for a new one, but quickly determined that there is actually no such thing as an attractive mailbox, and there's pretty much nothing better in the world for a cheap fix than spray paint. I had it off the brick, scrubbed, primed, painted, and rehung in the 24 hour gap between mail deliveries.

Oh good lord, it's so much better - and since I already had everything leftover from other projects, it was gloriously FREE. Oil-Rubbed Bronze for the win. Yet again.

I plopped some planters full of annuals on that side, too (HomeGoods apparently has the cheapest planters ever).

Next, unable to look at that awful red chair for one more second, I went on the hunt for a replacement to match my fabulously updated mailbox. I pretty much hated them all except one at World Market which was on sale (plus coupon!). Turns out it disappears into the brick pattern a little, but it doesn't bother me. The still-too-small-welcome-mat does, though.

So - success! Now all you see are the horrible ugly light fixtures! This was not my intended outcome, but of course it must be now addressed. Fortunately, I've discovered that I find all outdoor light fixtures to be ugly and overpriced, so it's clearly going to be an enjoyable-stress-free project...

Also, I'm undecided about the gold hardware and footplate on the storm door. They're going to look totally out of place once we replace the lights, but I'm kind of nervous about giving them the old ORB treatment (even though YHL did it, and I believe pretty much anything they tell me). Oh well, I'm not going to mess with that for now.

Finally, I know you're on the edge of your seat wondering what happened to the weird old milk can, but I'll bet you can guess. Obviously, it got it's own spray paint makeover, and now lives (slightly less weirdly) on the patio.

June 7, 2012

Inspiration: Headboards

I don't care. You can pretend to be a responsible adult all you like, but if your bed is headboard-less, your room is screaming "I'm a college student" and/or "I don't give a crap". I'm not judging you, it's just the truth. I've been sleeping on a headboard-less bed for 8 years. That's 4 years of being a college student, and I suppose another 4 of pure laziness.

As is becoming the norm for us, we were at a standstill on this project for a very long time while settling on the particulars.

Husband has always insisted that he wants a rectangular shape, so at first I was thinking something simple and button-tufted like this one:

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But eventually I started to worry that everything else in the room is "square" and "solid", like our bedding, and dressers...and doors...as if those could possibly be any other shape... So I tried to convince him that a curved shape (and maybe a pattern) would be a good idea.

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This room is totally fabulous, by the way.

But he wasn't having it. So this next picture was supposed to be my magical breakthrough compromise.

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But I think the nail-head trim on the solid fabric is really vital to the magic, and by this point I had decided that we needed to go with a pattern to bring some interest and fun into the room.

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Meh... honestly a rectangle, patterned fabric, upholstered headboard was not as easy to find inspiration for as all the other options we had already eliminated which made me very concerned that it was going to be the wrong decision. So again, we were at a standstill.

Then (weeks, months? later), while on Pinterest looking at other things, I saw this.

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It might not look very impressive, but it was the push I needed to move forward. The proportions are pretty much exactly what we're aiming for. We want our headboard to be pretty tall (someone I share the bedroom with may or may not have a fear of anything hanging on the wall above him), and this photo showed me that what we had in mind could actually work.

So, all that left was to choose a fabric. Easy! Ha. ha. ugh.