Thursday, October 11, 2012

The blog post where start my catch-up.

 Alrighty.

After last month's (or two months ago...holy crap!) photo upload debacle, there is much to catch up on. So, to that point, the blog is going to turn into a major photo drop for the next 5 (or 10...or 20) posts while I play catch-up on all that has happened in the past month+.

Don't worry though, we've been so, so busy with the kitchen, the pup, a Reindl siblings visit, an amazing (and very scenic) trip to Alaska, the installation of our new stove, some first meals on said new stove and much, much more that I can't begin to think of at the moment that I am sure everyone will have something interesting to look at.

I'll start off with the pre-Alaska bit of the history:


The pup and kitty update goes as follows: they still love to play but Frieda has recent decided that she also wants Pep as her cuddle buddy. Unfortunately, Pep doesn't quite understand this since for all of his time with her, Frieda jumping up on the chair with him meant her very quickly en robing his head in her mouth.

You're a little bi-polar when it comes to the kitty, Frieda. I can't blame him for giving a pissed-off look and jumping off whenever you jump up on the chair with him to cuddle. Maybe one day.



 I rented a drum sander from Home Depot where I had not my first, but my second incredibly sexist encounter with a Home Depot employee. (HD -- you have some training to catch up on in this dept, at least at this store).



 And the next day we rented the edger and finished up the floor sanding. It looks purdy now.



 Frieda discovered that Michael is very helpful when it comes to her lack of opposable thumbs.



 And I discovered that Frieda is adorable, well, all the time, but especially when she is cuddled up on a down comfortor.



 My 26th Birthday was celebrated with homemade sushi. The tuna and salmon were delish but the real star of the show was the raw scallop sushi; it was incredibly sweet and just melted in your mouth.



 We started the waxing process on the floor which was, indeed, a process. This wax didn't end up working well in the end.



It looks good in this picture, it really didn't have enough of a solid layer on top. Every layer would soak right through the wood. It probably had something to do with how old and dry our wood floors were.

We ended up stripping most of the wax off the top after an unfortunate fall from the ladder while painting (It was me, and I am fine, although the floors weren't since they were covered in chartreuse paint) and in the end, put on a coat of paste wax which has given us a much better finish.



 See? Chartreuse walls.

Funny story: while we were in Sherwin-Williams trying to decide on a paint color that we had given absolutely no though to up until that point, I decided to Google "paint color for kitchen" since some colors can affect you psychologically (i.e. some make you hungry, some make you angry) and the first search result on Google said not to paint your kitchen green because it is horrible for resale. So, what did we do? We painted it green.

And what's that? A cabinet? 



Actually, quite a few cabinets made it into their place before we packed up and headed to the great north.

Yay for us! We may have a kitchen by Christmas 2013!

2 comments:

  1. Love the color! When it comes to paint and resale, who care? If it's that bad, paint over it when you're ready to sell. Whoop-dee-doo.

    Also, I love that Frieda is in every picture, except the kitchen ones, where she can't physically follow you. Such a sweet puppy!

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    1. I agree on the color, but I also think they were implying more of a forest green color, which would be strange in a kitchen. We'll see how universally this is liked once the cabinets and counters are all in.

      And indeed, Frieda doesn't let us be alone very often, unless she's sleeping. We've even let her in the kitchen now that we are cooking in there more often. It was just too much of a torture for her to be able to see us but not be with us.

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