It was the best of design, it was the worst of design.
THIS is what gets weird google searchers landing here. I should stop.
We all know I won’t, but if I wanted to knock off with the bizarre search strings sending people to my blog this would be the way to do it.
Disclaimer: The people who owned our house before we did are lovely. They did amazing things to the house by way of a new roof, new windows, new air-conditioner and heater, solar electrical system and one gorgeous bathroom. They figured they’d get around to more cosmetic improvements, but…Dad got transferred and they had to move. A few times when we called to get a little help with something they’d ask what we were working on. “New floor,” we’d say. “Great!” They’d answer, “We hated that floor!” and things like that. So I’m quite certain that they’d be more than happy with our changes.
Ok, now that everyone knows that I am NOT a big meanie who likes to mock people for no reason (except that I often mock people, but with really really good reasons), I present:
Our Eating Spaces: A Story in Two Parts
Part One: The Formal-ish Dining Room
First, let us discuss the formal-ish dining room. I say “formal-ish” because 1)it’s not in the kitchen so it’s a little more substantial, but 2) it’s not its own walled room either, and 3)we don’t pull off formal really well since right next to this room is a home-made, two-story, industrial-quality cat-climber. Sort of ruins the whole formal vibe.
But here it is before:
The miniature prison guard-rail is gone (although that’s a load-bearing post so it stayed), we replaced the light fixture and installed new hardwood floor. Oh, and some of you may have noticed that the room is now green instead of white. Not everyone catches that part.
ALSO, because I want major kudos here, when we ripped out the carpet, we realized that 1) we now had a height differential between the laminate floor in the kitchen and the plywood floor in the dining room, and 2) somewhen, somehow, a carpet pad had been glued down. For the record, it had about as much interest in being pulled up as a previously un-touched bikini line. To deal with those problems, I had to install a whole new subfloor. (And by “I,” I mean my brother and my uncle. But my DNA was involved so I get credit.)
Part Two: The..uhhh…Non-Formal-ish Dining Room:
This is the eat-in dining room in the dysfunctional kitchen space.
Here’s the after:
So, same updated flooring, although thankfully without a new subfloor, also new paint, and new light fixture. (In the case of the light fixtures, I get no credit whatsoever as my mother’s gentleman installed them and there’s no DNA in that equation of any kind. To which I say, “phooey.”)
Note that I have no floor covering here. No rug. No mat. Nothing. Nada. Why? Because I am an OCD, anal crazy person, and four years into living here I have not found one that I like that I’m willing to fork over the dough for and so cleaning up a dark brown floor under a table where teenagers eat is somehow more appealing to me than settling.
Someday a therapist is going to find me and be a really, really happy person.
Now I know you’re all wondering, “What about the points?? Surely this must be loads and loads of points?”
I can’t really give myself points here. I give myself full credit for design, layout and color choice. But…SO many other people did SOOOOO much work. Without a dozen other people who can handle saws (of at least three different breeds), drill presses, nail guns, electricity and laser levels in ways that I simply cannot, none of this would have happened.
So to my mom, my mom’s gentleman, my brother, my uncle and my amazingly patient and supportive husband (someday I’ll tell you how many times we painted the family room), I give each: +20 Martha Points.
It was a far, far better thing I clean, than I have ever cleaned; it is a far, far better room that I go to, than I have ever known.
This is why people always get me and Charles Dickens mixed up.