Fun & Games

Part of any DIY home remuddling involves physical injuries and lately I have been the recipient of a couple of doozies.   Both self-inflicted and due to my tendency to get really (really) excited when I can see the end of a project.  So  yesterday I dropped a crowbar on my foot.  Ow.  Those things are heavy in a way that was a bit unexpected.  The top of my foot swelled up very fast and looked like a blue golf ball was lodged under my skin.  Of course I imagined it to be a blood clot that would quickly make its way up to my heart and blah,blah, blah.  No, no pictures, just use your imagination.

Then this morning I decided to hang this framed item that had been leaning against a wall for far too long.   Upon discovering that the screw would not screw so easily into the stud (yes, I have a trusty stud finder but can also find  studs without said stud finder) decided to help it in by banging a nail in part way first.    Yes,  things slipped and I nailed my finger instead of stud.  Briefly, there was lots of dripping blood which was annoyingly getting on everything and I had to stop to wrap the finger in a paper towel secured with blue painter's tape.  All I wanted to do was get that thing on the wall and no way was my bloody stump going to slow me down.   Side note:  LOVE the painter's tape when used for medical purposes as actually sticks to itself better than to anything else.

This obviously has nothing to do with the pics posted here of my newly installed glass blocks.  I just adore them.   Now, as I sit here at my laptop and gaze lovingly up at them,  they make me so happy that I forget the foot and the finger and all the other bruises, bumps, aches & pains of reality renovating.   Sound familiar to anyone?

Love in Captivity

Just thinking about 'love' and 'big love' and  'lost love'  and 'misunderstood love' and just 'love'  in general,  and how it never really goes away or falls by the by and by.  It has a life of its own and screw the rules (what rules?) .    I suspect this to be a very good thing in the grande scheme of our very short lives or quite possibly  the only thing of substance left when all else is said & done.   I keep my love  safe and close and captive

and most little cowgirls like it that way.

 

 

  

MAD MAX

                                                 the tree....before

                   MAD MAX himself (I like his equipment)

        

I know to most real Canadians this is not such an amazing sight but to me it caught my attention in a big way.  I have never, I repeat never seen someone climb up a tree (this tall) and cut off all the branches on the way up and then start to chop it down in sections.  These guys were fearless and I know, its something they do everyday and they assured me it was 'a piece of cake' and  'so easy' but still....really?  When I looked up and saw Mad Max at the tippy top of the tree,  I stopped breathing....it scared me big time.    But, within an hour the larch tree was down and the guys were gone but not forgotten.  

I love how things get done in  Canadia, oh, Canadia .

Oh Happy Day

signing off for earth hour

call me crazy

...you can call me a lot of things but don't call me pessimistic. I found this audio book at the library the other day and did my eyes ever light up and my heart skip a beat.  Finally, someone had the insight and the courage to put it out there that it really is possible to change someone else!  Yes!  OMG...I couldn't wait to pop it in the player and get listening.  I was even prepared to take notes.     Well I soon realized that after listening for a miniscule amount of time that this guy doesn't know anything about trying to change someone else. He doesn't mention 'nagging', 'haranguing', 'repeating' or even 'speaking loudly' as any of the preferred methods of 'change'.  This guy must be from Mars.

Shiney Stuff & More View

Just an update on some projects that are getting completed -- it is of course the million details that take so much time.   The pictures do not reflect the hours of work already put in and the hours yet to come but hey...we are getting there. 

So enjoy the photos.

MUMBO JUMBO

   As we open up the walls of this MO-bile we are greeted by these words which now has become one of those 'jokes'.   Something that makes you ask yourself  'what were they thinking'  as you smile turns wry and a little smirky.  This is followed by a shake of  the head and a lift of the eyebrows and again the question... 'what were they thinking?'.     Maybe this means something other than what I think it means?  Maybe it is some kind of  lumber mill code...could that be it?  Not bloody likely as our Brit friends would say.

The good news is that the insides of the walls are mostly bone dry and not, I tell you, not filled with 'mousey' habitation evidence.  We have become happy with the small gifts that MO-bile ownership has bestowed upon us (wry smile inserted here).    So we pull out the R-7 (non) insulation and replace it with more R's insulation  and remove & replace the drafty windows with pretty, new ones that actually slide easily and allow the taking in of the lovely view.   It has meant living in a lot of dust & dirt & noise and these are just wee projects in the grand scheme of home re-muddling.  But, and this is a BIG butt (think Sir MIXALOT),  the user-friendly, modern, finished product always makes the mess worth it. 

So as you peruse the 'in process' pics (to come)  please be kind and keep in mind that there is a whole lot of behind the scenes horror that just gets swept up after every work day and then dinner is made and clean sheets are put on the bed and another day is done.  The possibilities, as they say, and they are annoying,    are endless,  as is the fun of playing house.

Cheers from an obsessed re-muddler.

B & W & So Soft

Playing around with paint.net and realizing how much better the world looks through 'soft focus' .  

This may have to be my default...yowza.

what have we done...

....well just in case anyone was wondering,  we have been involved in a bit of de-construction and a bit of re-construction.   The old bath  cabinet is GONE and the newly re-built one is in (!).  The  new(old)  sink is installed and working.  It is higher than the standard for sink heights  and makes so much more sense.   Lots of finish work remains to be done but just thought I'd post a peek of things in process....

...hello...anybody up for a hike in the snow?

     

MY NEW MO-MUDROOM !

 It took us a few weeks and there was a lot of prep work (hate it) --   insulation, moulding, caulking, sanding, the making of shelf etc. by the K-man,  and lastly the painting. I've come full circle on the 'white' and I'm loving it.   

 Finally I was able to do the fun part -- pull everything together.  Had an idea of creating new bedazzling & bejewelled  knobs for the old mexican armoire.  So got out my glue and glass beads and old buttons--and there they are.  Then WOW--how black paint transformed that old pine piece into a chic, modern storage unit.  I remember buying and hauling that thing from Ensenada, Mexico oh so many years ago.   I couldn't be more pleased with that and the old trunk of the same vintage.  Of course, found at long last the perfect spot for a 'fleur-di-lis',  courtesy of Joey-ho my personal 'f-d-l' supplier. 

 It seems to be working as this old MO-bile is feeling 'MO' like 'home' all the time.