I guess it’s not good form to write a tear-jerky blog post and then disappear for a week lest all your friends call you and keep asking, “ARE YOU OKAY?” Yes, I am more than fine. I was pretty much an emotional wreck on Friday as the boys said goodbye to their elementary school friends, most of whom they won’t see next year since they’ve been assigned to a different track, but after a celebratory trip to Blockbuster and some time spent with my friends Ben & Jerry, I was fine.
We’ve quickly adjusted to our summer schedule. The boys
and I are catching up on sleep and mealtimes have slid to the point of ridiculous. It’s an easy groove that has left me beyond happy and relaxed.
Except for that feeling of impending doom of having to pack up the whole house next week.
There are a couple of projects I wanted to finish before the move and I’ve been working on those. The first was re-upholstering the breakfast room chairs.
This was the project that never would end. I discovered mold on the seat cushions when I took the original fabric off and to save a few dollars I thought I would soak them in bleach water, air dry them and then cover them in the new fabric.
That was not my brightest idea.
I didn’t factor in the foam density and ended up trapping what seemed like gallons of water that.would.not.wring.out.of.the.cushions and after five days of baking in the 98-degree heat I was left with a damp, mildewed mess. So I ended up doing what my mother told me to do in the first place and bought new foam.
Which was slightly thicker than the original foam.
Which I had used as a guide to cut out my fabric.
Which left me with literally millimeters to wrap around the edge of the seat bottoms.
Which means I had to use approximately a million staples to hold it all together.
So, like most of my projects, please don’t look at the underside.
I had to use the staple gun for this project which made me feel all Rosie the Riveter empowered and while I was on a roll, I decided to tackle the end tables that I’m planning on re-purposing as night stands in the guest bedroom in the new house.
We bought the tables when we got married and furnished our first house and fifteen years of rough treatment had left them in shabby condition. A few swipes with a palm sander and three coats of Cape Hatteras Sand later…
I was very happy with how it turned out and all that’s left is finding new knobs for the drawers and they’ll be ready for their new use. I still have one more painting project to do before the move and that’s refinishing JJ’s bed frame but that’s a little more involved so I’m going to wait for the weekend so Craig can
do it help me.
And in between the sanding, the stapling and the painting, I’ve spent more time than I care to spend on the laundry. Our dryer broke last Thursday and it was going to be a week before Sears could get to the house to repair it, so we’ve been hanging our unmentionables in the back yard for all the repairmen to see.
It’s been a makeshift affair – the rope is strung between the deck post and a bird feeder and supported half-way by a ladder – but it’s worked and while I wouldn’t want to do this all the time, I have to admit I’ve enjoyed the travel back to yesteryear and the sunlit smell of stiff clothes.
Yep, it has been busy but truly everything’s okay.
Have a nice day.