|Blue, blue, this house is blue|
Around the early 80s, you'd'a been blue too.
|I got issues...|
Come along, bip-bip-bip after the jump, and we're going to make something of this house. (This post is going to be unusually photo-heavy, except for the parts where I forgot to take any photos at all. To help you get through the long journey, if you have Spotify, here's a playlist that turned up in my Twitter feed, which obviously is from more expert ears than mine but is very good for dealing with places and fixing things -- and then we can pretend we're all on MySpace, back in the day, except no purple sparkling text.)
DURINGMy original plan would have had me fending off the first avalanche of over-enthusiastic dogs and picking up a wallpaper scraper at about 2 p.m. on Friday, September 1. Instead, my plane left Phoenix late, the entire San Francisco Bay Area was under a sullen cloud of 100-degree heat, BART had to slow to a crawl because the tracks were melting, and the entire population of Northern California had decided it needed to be somewhere else. I picked up the scraper at 4:45.
First thing to go was the fake brick paper in the kitchen (Dad had already removed the mystery wall). Second thing to go was the peeling, warping kitchen flooring, followed by the bedroom and living room carpet.
After that, it became a project to get the rest of the wallpaper off. Dad, being approximately 600 million times more patient and painstaking than I am, did a lot of late-stage scraping with a razor. (Also, I cannot be trusted with a razor.)
|The bare modernist look|
Hey, it also got the trim to come off.
On Saturday morning, we pulled out the soft, gentle green paint (also used in my parents' bedroom) so I could swash paint vaguely in the direction of the body of the house. After the first coat, things looked somewhat less blue.
|Peruvian Llama Cat supervises.|
The body of the house absorbed about 83 coats of paint. Or six. But it felt like 83. The long front interior wall on the first floor (open plan kitchen and parlor) got painted the same color. And all those bare walls upstairs had to be primed with handy off-white paint so that the wood wouldn't show through the wallpaper, as the absolutely perfect book of scrapbook paper from Joann's proved to contain the thinnest paper I've ever seen that wasn't tissue.
Oh, and since I'd swear I chose that scrapbook paper set for one specific color ("Millennial pink," a.k.a. peach) and Mom would swear we chose that scrapbook paper set for one specific color... when we went to pick papers from the book, there was no peach. At all. None. Zero. Zip. I wonder what color fabrics people think they're picking in that Joann.
Some unknown amount of time later (it's doubtful whether I can read a calendar or a clock), the house was ready to be taped so I could paint trim. The body looks weirdly yellow but is nonetheless green.
This became an issue on Sunday morning, when I came downstairs earlier than anyone else, opened the can of paint that had been left for me the night before, and went to put on a third coat of trim color in the gray pre-dawn light. The new trim coat seemed awfully greenish, but that had to be the lighting... no, it was the green paint. Looks like it'll be 86 coats of trim paint, too.
|Now the body looks pale blue. It lies.|
|So few flowers are larger than people's heads, that it hardly seems like I was involved.|
We all trooped out to the patio in 103-degree weather and madly spray-adhesived paper into place.
|Where'd the movers put the piano?|
Breaking to Mom that there was no way to fit both a baby grand piano and a dining table was not my favorite part of the process. Her houses always have a piano. (Please, y'all, help me remember that I promised before Christmas to go through my stock of miniature guitars and guitar-like objects, so that the residents can have musical instruments.)
Speaking of residents... meet Yvonne, Greg, and their dog Gracie.
|Gracie is not sure about the cork floor.|
|The bedroom gets such beautiful light without a roof.|
|Yvonne cherishes her farmhouse sink.|
|This bathroom is better equipped than my real-life one.|
|Okay, THESE flowers are bigger than people's heads.|
|Nesting tables are so handy when the party involves a lot of snacks.|
|Gracie secretly is trying to figure out how to turn on the TV and watch Animal Planet.|
|Cozy yet quirky?|
|Still green, not blue, I swear it.|
|Happily ever after|
At Christmas, Dad and I are going to build a Greenleaf Brookwood kit because Mom is tired of having the partly built core hanging around.