Yes, it’s been quiet for a while on the blogging front. Surprisingly, having a newborn is not really conducive to spending hours naval gazing about your renovation. I know – shocking!
Some people manage it, but I have no idea how (see Young House Love for folks we love to hate – their weekly photo project of their daughter is damn cute, but as I could barely dress myself during my first month of motherhood, such things were beyond me). I had to wait a while as this blog was in grave danger of becoming about parenting as looking after a newborn actually does take up EVERY minute of your day, and thus is pretty much all you think about. But frankly, I spend enough time now obsessing about being a mom on Facebook, email and in ‘real’ life, that I don’t need to write about it here too. Plus, the hilarious Amy Morrison at Pregnant Chicken has that shit covered.
But without further ado, here’s what we made:
Ok, she’s not always so red and angry (not always…), but she does have, let’s call it ‘personality’. Here she is looking more angelic:
Her name is Finley Rose, though we usually just call her Fin (or the monster/poo machine/peanut, depending on the day). Yep, she came out with a shock of red hair, and without much drama (though she does drama quite well now thank you). But she’s pretty much amazing and awesome.
We did good.
So…back to the house. It’s been easy to forget sometimes that we live in a glorified crack house, but there’s nothing like family visiting to remind you of all the projects that are still ‘in progress’. I feel like I spent weeks constantly apologizing and explaining – ‘oh right, that shouldn’t really be there’ and ‘yes, that’s supposed to be painted/fixed/less dangerous/not a hole’. It’s amazing what you learn to live with and then just forget about. Whoops. My mom and my two sisters were here (My dad declined: ‘why would I want to go to Halifax in February?’ Why indeed. And my brother also stayed home, ’cause brothers are like that.), and as Fin was almost 2 weeks late – cue feeling unbelievably sorry for myself and other pregnant dramatics (idiot, someone should have told me it only gets harder) – my family and I had a lot of time to discuss what still needs to be done to the house.
My mom, always one for a project, took on the pantry at my request. She has a thing for pantries (we’ve never had a house without one, which in North America, is something of an accomplishment), and ours didn’t really look much better than when we first moved in:
Ok, it looked a bit better, but I don’t have any photos. The walls had been painted, but not the ceiling, and the floor was still the same, as were the gross shelves.
Cue supermom. She’ll hate me for doing this, but here she is installing floor tiles to match the rest of the kitchen (I think she looks cute, but she’ll be horrified she’s ‘on the internet’):
She painted the ceiling, put up new shelves, reorganized everything (or I should say organized – there was no ‘re’ about it as it had just been a dumping ground), and even bought me a new broom and hooks to hang it on. Actually, they all made me buy a new broom as mine was deemed ‘dickish’ – though I had bought it at a home show from a guy giving a demo with a headset (when are they ever wrong?) and thought it was the bee’s knees…
So here’s the pantry progression:
Hurray! It’s not gross anymore, and now there’s actually room to put stuff. Even the random crate of tools we’re too lazy to keep in the basement has a place (though why we need a saw in there I’m not quite sure). I even have somewhere to put non-kitchen stuff, like rolled paper and canvas, bottles, and diapers, which is great, as there is only one closet in this entire apartment, which, as you might expect, is full.
There’s also room for the vacuum that I desperately need. I know, I know, I don’t own a vacuum. Don’t judge – it’s a long story involving wet dog smell and carpet that I SWEAR crept into the vacuum I had so I had to get rid of it, even though, yes, no one but me could smell it. Anyway, now I live in a house that smells like dirty diapers so I guess the last laugh’s on me.
So it’s not quite finished – my mom will kill me for posting photos without the final shelf up (there’s a small one for spices and it still bugs her that she left without having time to put it up – hmm, guess where I get my obsessive personality?), and she wants us to round the edge of that wooden counter top as she says it looks ‘stupid’ as it is beside the window – but really, if I waited to post this until it was totally finished we might be waiting another 4 months…
It may not be a design marvel (despite the poster of cheese varieties I recently re-discovered and put up – I know, check me out!), but it works. There’s even some lovely mom touches that I only noticed after she’d gone:
Thanks mom, you’re the best. I should have a kid every year – just imagine how much you could accomplish!