Some days in our new house, I am reminded of the movie The Money Pit. But, it’s really not so bad. Well, most days. On the other days, J reminds me that I was the one that wanted an A-Frame house when we moved to Tahoe.
We lucked out and found our A-Frame; a rare gem with the garage located under the living space. Our new home’s only drawback: it was built in 1973 and it had not been updated since, but for a regrettable carpet layer addition and a new coat of paint on the kitchen cabinets sometime in the 1980s. The previous color of both the carpet and the cabinets: sea-foam green (shudder).
Ah, the glorious 1970s! When shag carpeting, paneled walls, kitschy light fixtures and coordinated orange and sea-foam green were considered the height of fashion and tasteful home decor. Apparently. The first thing we did was take down all the nasty curtains and blinds, which appeared to be original. And this green and white “beauty” hanging in the dining area had to go, too. Every time I looked at it, I was reminded of the Green Acres theme song.
Then began the so-not-fun task of carpet removal. J removed the blah beige carpeting only to discover a sea-foam green shag layer of carpeting underneath that. As if that wasn’t bad enough, we discovered that the sea-foam green atrocity was not the original carpet. Oh, no.
The original carpet was a bright orange and brown plaid that was actually glued to the sub-floor. Just imagine this lovely orange and brown pattern with sea-foam green kitchen cabinets and a bright orange pantry (sadly, I am not making this up). The hardwood flooring is a definite improvement, both aesthetics and allergy-wise.
Naturally, there have been a few unplanned mishaps along the way. The dishwasher caught fire not long after we moved in.
And then we had a minor flood in the main floor bathroom. That hole in the floor is where the toilet is supposed to be (sigh).
So, the walls aren’t done yet, the hardwood floor expansion hasn’t made it to the kitchen and my counter tops are still plywood (hey, it’s “rustic”!), but I love the look of the new cabinets. The knotty pine is a definite improvement over painted (and re-painted) plywood.
Re-painting the orange and sea-foam green pantry/laundry room is next on the “to-do” list. And I am anxious to replace the crappy apartment-sized stove. But, somehow, replacing the idle stove doesn’t seem so important when the daily temperatures are in the 80s, or higher.
Our re-design of the cabinets eliminated the (ugly) hanging cabinets that divided the kitchen from the dining area, thereby opening up the floor plan and making the kitchen seem brighter and larger. We doubled the cabinets, back to back, that were underneath the hanging cabinets and we squeezed in extra wall cabinets where we were able, resulting in plenty of extra storage space and double the counter space.
When the snow finally melted (in June!) and the yard dried up, we were dismayed to realize that our “natural” back yard was actually a huge dust pit. Our greyt boy loves to run (big surprise) and he loves to run a lot.
Greyhounds reach their top speed (somewhere between 42 and 45 mph) by their third stride, so imagine the huge dust plumes that he was kicking up when he ran, all of which seemed to settle in my kitchen. So, two weekends were spent laying sod, all for the comfort and enjoyment of the greyt boy. The fact that it saves my sanity with a lot less floor sweeping is just an added bonus.
While J handled the fun task of sod-laying, with the greyt boy supervising, I planted dozens of flowering bushes and perennial plants in the front yard. And I filled the deck planter boxes and pots, too.
In addition to the great dust bowl in the backyard that we discovered when the snow melted off, we were also not thrilled to discover a pile of large boulders in the front yard. Too large to persuade the garbage men to haul away. So, we made an accent garden in the side yard. Problem solved.
Lastly, a very special thank you to my visiting father-in-law for replacing a 2-plug wall outlet with a much-needed 4-plug outlet, for which I am grateful. And J is grateful that I have finally stopped complaining about it. I haven’t stopped complaining altogether, mind you. Just about the lack of kitchen outlets.