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Hoosier Mama?

Finally! The hoosier that moved into our garage, patiently waiting for a face lift, before we moved into this house, now has it’s rightful place in our kitchen:

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My baking corner! And my wine corner. Given my lack of baking affinity, it is best to keep these close together. I almost gave up on those original  handles, they were caked with decades of kitchen grease and grime. I’m so glad I decided they were worth some elbow grease and TLC. 

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So, why did it take SO long to put this cabinet in its rightful place? One, the garage was a disaster zone long after we’d settled into the rest of the house. I simply couldn’t get to the hoosier to start my project.

Two, it involved more than a coat of paint. Originally, the doors had a center panel that had a PA dutch style tulip stencil. But not in a good way. There was also scalloped edging under the cabinet doors, way to country kitchen for me. Here’s some pics between before and after (I neglected to take pics early on):

Luckily, organizing the garage motivated my husband to bust out his tools, so he happily jigsawed off the unwanted elements of the hoosier. From there, all it needed was primer, chicken wire, custom paint (me mixing random colors in an old yogurt container), a staple gun, shelf liner…ok, a lot went into this. And we are so happy with the end result!   Extra storage, a vintage meets modern feel and a piece that we can both look at as a labor of love. It’s amazing what we can accomplish in a year and a half when we work as a team. ;-)  

In Over My Bed

How did my son end up sleeping on a foam mattress, on the floor for the last year?  The story starts with a teen boy who wanted to upgrade from a twin to a full size bed.  And a doting grandmother ready to buy him the bed of his choice, on one condition: he had to clean his room first.  

Please understand, this was no normal undertaking.  This is a child who would rather sleep with a dirty dish hidden under a pillow than have it be seen and have to wash it.  I exaggerate, but barely.  Still, he seemed eager for the carrot on the end of the stick.  I listed his bed on Craigslist and found a buyer for the frame, but not the mattress.  

Bed BeforeFast forward a year and a new house later.  The mess has moved with him.  Sloth has won over comfort.  A thrift store find has me trying a new tactic.  Buy the bed and he will come around. 

This headboard is very similar to the $400 one that he wanted from Ikea.  Except that it is decades older, a washed out yellow color and $35.   Um, sold.   I’d even just picked up some dark gray spray paint at ReStore the other day.  Deal!  We’ll still Ikea-bound for the mattress, though, courtesy of doting grandmother.

He’s been eager to move the project along, helping to sand and paint.  However, his design vision means that there are parts I need to do and it’s become a multiday project.  

Here’s where we are so far.  Main color is charcoal gray.  Inside cabinets and the doors are black— the black is all chalkboard paint, so my doodle-happy son can write on it.  We’ll be getting new knobs.  The trim that remains yellow will eventually be the same red that I’ve done the top strip.  I just need more tape and patience to finish that part.  I’ll get on it as soon as that room is clean…

Have been going back and forth on what color I should use on the dining table project.  Was feeling gray, but everywhere you look, similar projects were in white.  However, I couldn’t make myself love the idea of that.  A little too fussy for me, and more importantly, I just pictured countless hours spent wiping off remnants of kid’s meals.  Luckily, I stumbled on the pic above from Rehab Creations.  Looks quietly elegant, and the legs are similar to my new piece.  Gray it is!  How did people DYI pre-internet?  Probably a lot more leaps of faith! :)

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