We skipped town this weekend to go to the wedding of one of my college friends. We drove south along the Mississippi and got to take in some lovely fall color. Matt also discovered that he had met the sister of the bride before since one of his college friends married her sister in law. Life is weird.
Weddings attended: 1
Sore feet: 2*
Miles driven: 297
Borders crossed: 4***
Pockets of road construction: 3
Dead mums: 1
Angry cats pretending to be starving: 2
Concerts attended: 1
Things accomplished on the house: 0
*Open bar, cake, archaeology-themed candy bar, giant pile of oreos arranged into another tiered cake… it’s a miracle I didn’t explode.
**Both mine. I have some phenomenally cute T-strap vintagey shoes, but they’re not good shoes for standing/walking/dancing in.
***If you head south along the Mississippi you cross into WI, then back into MN, then back into WI again.
So tonight there’s supposed to be a Harvest Moon/Super Moon/Lunar Eclipse, but I apparently fail at life and Matt called me on the way home from his board meeting to remind me.
Matt: So the eclipse is just starting
Me: I can’t see the moon!
Matt: Well of course you can’t, it’s being eclipsed*
Me: I even looked up what direction the moon should be in and can’t see anything! I’m so bad at astronomy that I can’t even find the moon!**
Matt: Um, ok then. I’ll just head home then.
Once he did get home he dragged me across the street to where you could actually see the moon and, despite the light pollution of living in St Paul (and it being a lot smaller than I expected for a Super Moon), it was pretty cool. And it really did turn reddish near the end… and that’s when we went inside because we’re totally not astronomers. Obviously.
*He thinks he’s funny, and sometimes he is…this was not one of those times
**This is pretty true. Don’t even try to point out constellations to me. I’ve spent several summer evenings sitting in a hot tub with friends and making up my own dam constellations like Jump Roping Kangaroo and Two Headed Sloth. This is was in high school so there wasn’t even any alcohol involved, although we did skip Senior Ball in favor of the hot tub, a tea party, and a Monty Python Flying Circus marathon so it’s entirely possible our families and fellow students thought we were doing drugs.
Me: I hate our stairs; they tried to kill me this morning! And that goofy mini landing that I said I was indifferent to last night? I changed my mind. I like it, it tried to save me. Also, I hate being thirty.
Lesson learned for the day: socks and wood treads do not mix. Especially first thing in the morning. Thankfully (?) I was slightly twisted as I went flying (falling with style?) so I didn’t bounce down on my tailbone, but rather my left butt cheek. I’m now sitting on an ice pack and Matt just pointed out we have a 3 hour car ride ahead of us this afternoon. Joy…
We also currently have a plumber in our basement replacing our main water shutoff so hopefully we can finally get our tub faucet replaced since it’s leaky as all hell. We got it into our heads to try and do it the night before we left for Europe (are we brilliant or what?) but didn’t get anywhere since there’s not a shutoff right at the tub and we couldn’t get the basement one to budge (and were concerned about breaking it since it was pretty old). Fingers crossed that nothing goes wrong since this week has been pretty beastly already.
Update: I was all disappointed because before we left I check myself out in the mirror and nothing! Not even the vaguest hint of a bruise. Sooo disappointed! If I was going to be in this much pain I wanted something to show for it! Then we went to Wausau, we weddinged it up with my family (there is now, unfortunately, photo and perhaps also video evidence of me doing the Macarena. Beware the open bar….). I couldn’t sit comfortably all night. Then we got back to our hotel room and I discovered I now had a giant-ass bruise. A giant-ass ass bruise if you will. It’s like the size of my hand and almost entirely dark purple. It’s the most impressive and horrible looking bruise I have ever gotten and I can’t even show it to anyone without being indecent! I just dissolved into giggles at this point. My sister and brother-in-law were in the hallway at this point because they had managed to lock their 2 year old in their room* and were probably wondering what in god’s name we were up to.
*Believe it not this is becoming a trend at weddings we attend. You have adjoining rooms and some well meaning parent bars the main door so the child can’t wander out when they can’t see. Child then closes the adjoining door (or babysitting grandparents go to sleep) and you can no longer get in through the main room door since the extra latch is in place. Good times.
Matt and I just returned from a pretty epic European vacation–London, Prague, Amsterdam, and Reykjavik. It was delightful (minus some minor mishaps) and gorgeous, and we managed to experience the worst summer storm in recorded history in Amsterdam. I’ll do a mini rundown once I get my pictures sorted, but if you want an even briefer rundown you can check out my Instragram feed.
Also, as soon as I stepped off the plane in MSP my back spasmed or something so now I’m pumped full of pain meds and wedged into the couch so my crazy optimistic plans for today (counter tops! kitchen faucet! window repair!) have kind of stopped in their tracks. Matt tackled the window repair since a nasty storm here the day we left did a number on 2 of our windows leaving our (awesome) cat sitters to have to come up with a temporary fix. I’m hoping I’ll be functioning again by this weekend since I’m itching to finish up in the kitchen and start work on the Brown Bathroom of Despair.
If you are, say, planning an international trip after moving but before you are actually unpacked, it is very important to make sure the keys to the safe (where the passports are kept) are put in a Safe Place. And because we all know what happens when you put something in a Safe Place you probably want to write yourself reminders of where that place is, and possibly get that reminder tattooed on your forehead as well.
Seriously, hearing “So… where did we pack the keys to the safe?” from Matt freaked me out way more than the news on the London Tube Strike and potential Grexit combined. Thankfully the keys were found*, I doubletriple quadruple checked that the passports had not mysteriously vanished, suddenly expired, or spontaneously combusted, and EuroTour** 2015 is still on!***
Also, there will be more actually design related updates coming. The boxes need to be moved out of the kitchen so I can paint, and my temporary counter top solution needs to arrive so we can fix the beat up laminate and replace our faucet and then I can move on to the Brown Bathroom of Despair!
*The Safe Place turned out to be the bottom of my purse. Naturally.
**We’re going to 4 countries and only one actually uses the Euro. Are we efficient or what?
***Matt moved the keys to a new Safe Place. Wish us luck for when it’s actually time for us to leave.
So we’ve moved! (Nearly) all our stuff is at the house now and the cats are doing considerably better. Poor Schmutz had a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very bad Day yesterday since the cats had to get stuffed in the bathroom while the movers were at our apartment. Matt let them out after the movers left and Schmutz took one look at the empty rooms and went back to hide behind the toilet. She was doing better at the new place except she cried all night long (making me rethink ever having kids). Spencer has taken everything is stride because he is the most chill cat I have ever met.
Today we celebrated the 4th of July (or Ungrateful Colonials Day, or That Weird Day When a Bunch of Crazy Americans Set Shit on Fire depending on where you live) in true American fashion: booze and power tools. We bought a sliding compound miter saw for me and would have bought a nail gun (also for me) except we discovered it was cheaper on Amazon and we have no immediate need so we’ll just order it.
I am also very happy to discover that our house is so much cooler than our apartment. We brought one of our window A/C units over right away since I was positive I’d need it while painting and we never even put it in the window. Last night was totally comfortable with just our ceiling fan but we stuck the A/C in the bedroom this afternoon just so we’d be prepared for any heat waves in the future. It is very refreshing to know that our house does not get any where near as oppressively hot as our apartment did.
We also just got the results of our asbestos testing back (which is totally worth doing in older homes, since you want to know these things especially if you’re planning future DIYs). Our siding and pipe insulation are asbestos (which we were already 90% sure of) but in good shape so we only need to worry if we’re doing any work involving them. The vermiculite insulation in the attic was negative (vermiculite was possibly contaminated with asbestos for awhile after asbestos was no longer being used) and the random ceiling tiles we have in a couple rooms were negative (I had absolutely no idea how likely they were to be asbestos, but ceiling tile are one of those things that can be so I figured I’d rather just get them tested). So nothing unexpected which was awesome and since we also want some work done in our attic we also don’t have to worry about asbestos precautions for our contractors.
We even watched some fireworks today… on YouTube… #lazyamericans
Backing up tinge… Matt and I have been living in an awesomely posh neighborhood is St Paul for about 3 years now. We got married a little over a year ago and back in January decided to seriously start looking into buying a house. I’ve always wanted to own a home (the design possibilities are endless! No one will get pissy with you if you decide to paint cabinets or rip out ugly tile! Ok… maybe your husband will, but he won’t take away your security deposit!). Matt…. not quite as enthused, but with interests rates still being low and our landlord becoming mildly annoying (did you just “fix” our sink by breaking a different part of it? Yes… yes you did) he was on board with house hunting.
We were looking in a select few neighbors of St Paul and some of the first ring suburbs. I’d like a house, Matt wouldn’t. Matt would like a house, I wouldn’t. We’d see listings we’d both love only to have them accept offers before we could even get in a showing. The last house we looked at we almost missed out on. It’s right on a busy-ish street and we weren’t sure that was what we wanted, but we decided to check it out anyway.
And then we fell in love. At least I did… Matt doesn’t have quite the same crazed reaction to spaces that I do, but he really liked it all the same. It also ticked every box on both our Must Have and Like to Have lists, except for central air… but that was never a must have (this is Minnesota, we can pretty easily get snow from October through May). It was also a short sale. For those unfamiliar with short sales, short does not apply to the time frame. In fact, they can take fracking forever. We decided to go for it anyway.
We actually lucked out on the short sale front. We put in an offer in March, got approval from the seller’s bank in May, and closed today which in my understanding is a pretty quick turn around for a short sale.
At 115 years old the house is need of a little lovin’, but our home inspector said is was actually in pretty good shape compared to other homes of its age. The downside is that the previous owners made pretty much zero upgrades while they were living there, so we still have a lot to pick away at. The upside is that pretty much everything is fair game to redo! Because I’m kind of design nut and like taking on DIYs, Matt suggested I start a blog so at the very least I can track my renovation progress (because who doesn’t love a good Before and After, right?). So here I am. Blogging, or as I call it, Making Shit Up as I Go.