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Updated: 2018-02-23T05:20:28.867-07:00


Barn Door Hardware


Ever since I showed you our barn door pantry, I have been getting lots of questions about the barn door hardware. Ok, one question really. 

'Where can I buy that hardware?' 

My answer, up until now, has disappointed quite a few of you - 'My brother custom made that for us, you can't buy them anywhere.' Cue the booing, and hissing, and people angrily ramming their fingers into their eyes.

Until today. Josh (that's my brother) had so much fun making ours that he has made a few more and is selling them on etsy. You can find the listing here, but hurry! These are selling fast!

Did you miss the link? Find it here. HERE. HERE

Dining Room Update


It has been a while since I last showed you the dining room. Since then we have ripped out more walls, laid new hardwood floors, installed new baseboards, added crown molding, and repainted. All of these things were still easier than figuring out a way to add the new lamp shade (from Target) to the chandelier that never seemed quite right. THAT was a doozey of a project. Here is the room now...Read this to see the back-story about how the built-ins came to be. It's been a long project and we are glad to finally see them 100% finished. I lightened up the feel of the built-ins (that I designed and Nate built) by removing all the heavy books and wooden boxes and replacing them with the glass stemware I had previously stored in the base cabinets of the built-ins.These built-ins also hold a little secret about how they were built - I know I teased you with this before but then I didn't show you {what a jerk!} Nate built the face frames and the inset doors, but the 'guts' of the cabinet came from Ikea. We really wanted this new found storage space to be completely usable and we needed smart storage. Our kitchen is small, so I needed to store all of my serving pieces in the dining room including large trays and platters that are bulky and awkward and never seem to fit anywhere. We dreamed up this configuration standing in an aisle at Ikea. We started with a 30" wide base kitchen cabinet - you can buy them without doors, so it's just the box - then we added 24" wide pullouts (one deep and one shallow) and added a vertical divider so that I would have enough space leftover to store trays and platters.Just like the pullouts we used on the pantry, these pull all the way out to allow for full access to all our serving pieces.Because we were basically re-framing this wall,  we also added a plug at the back to make a 'smart drawer.'We added a surge protector with velcro at the back of the drawer. Now the counters aren't cluttered with cell-phones or cameras charging. They are all safely tucked away in the top drawer. A non-skid pad keeps them in place while the drawer opens and closes.Crown molding finishes off the room and continues on into the living room and hallway providing continuity and cohesion in our small cottage.I found these square bird plates on sale at Pier One a while ago.Milk glass handed down from my grandmother (plus one 'fakie' milk glass piece that my mom picked up for me) sits next to my wee Tour de Eiffel that I bought off some street rat vendor in Paris for a couple of Euro. It's one of only a few trinkets that made it safely home from our last jaunt in Europe. Sadly our hand-painted eggs from Salzburg didn't fair so well.When I was little, my dad used to take me 'bottle hunting.' We would drive out to some deserted and forgotten piece of land and dig up old bottles. These two blue bottles (1940's era?) were un-earthed at a sand dune somewhere between here and Timbuktu (or so it seemed to a then six year old). Maybe that is why for a brief period in my youth I thought I would become an Anthropologist and dig up lost treasures (that or I just had a thing for Indiana Jones, who didn't?)This is the view looking into the kitchen. The dining room before was dark, with no windows or natural light. Removing the wall between the kitchen and the dining room opened up the whole space and allowed all the light from the windows in the kitchen to stream into the previously dark dining room.This space still seems a bit dark. Yeah, I know that I just installed dark wood floors, and now I'm complaining about it being dark in here. Go figure. I love the dark floors, just not with a dark table and dark chairs. {so hard to please!} I'm thinking about stripping down the dark stained table and re-staining it with a light gray stain and possibly painting the dining chairs (white? yellow?) There is no end to my fickleness.This shows the evolution of the built-in wall. This is the view towards the kitchen.And because I know you'll is where it all came from:Chande[...]

Project 366: Weeks 5 - 8


I'm playing catch-up today from my month long hiatus because...There is a battle being waged in my head. Two warring factions that I can't seem to reconcile: my desire to live a purpose-full, meaning-full life, and this strange affection for that seemingly innocuous orange button festooned with the word 'publish." (if you use blogger, you know what I mean). Everywhere I turn I see people dealing with real problems, and what do I write about? Fluff, mainly. So I took a step back last month and refocused on my priorities (my family, my faith, my creativity) until I felt whole again. No, the battle isn't over, but for now I've signed the peace accord. The fluff will now take the backroad. Not that fluff doesn't certainly have it's place in my heart. It is a needed escape. A welcome outlet for my creative pursuits. But sometimes it seems so...insignificant. Especially when I am intently focused on my laptop, and out of the corner of my eye see my one-year old melt to the ground and land in such a pitiful heap of utter despair and self-pity only a child can master...all because she just wants her mom. She gives me purpose. She gives my life meaning. She is important. More important than this blog. So I continue struggling to find balance. Which is why I am behind on my self-imposed Project 366. Oh well, what's the rush?February 2 - H relaxingFebruary 6- Shopping for tile for the backsplash. February 9- An early Valentine's gift from Grandma {a adorable handmade doll that H instantly fell in love with}.February 10- Grunt labor installing the backsplash tile (more pics to come soon!)February 11- H checking CNN for her daily dose of news before breakfast whilst she grooms Sir Leopold. February 12- Homemade pretzel bites with herbed mustard dipping sauce. February 13- A fresh box of crayons. Is there anything better?February 14- Baby + mirror = hours of entertainmentFebruary 15- H exploring the possibilities of a career in anthropologyat the Natural History Museum of UtahFebruary 16: Our discovery after our one-year-old was being uncharacteristically quiet. February 17- A little joyride on H's new birthday present.February 20- "Um...honey, did you spill something in the basement?" "What?" "Like a foot of water?"February 21- H enjoying a play-date with her friend.Feb 23- Life, as it turns out, is not all bubble-blowing and kitty-mauling.Sometimes you bite down on a wicker basket and it really hurts!February 24- H rearranging all the apps on my phone for the 467th time.[...]

Things Are Looking Up


This last weekend my baby turned one! I still can't believe it. One minute I am holding a tiny little 7 lb. bundle and the next minute she is walking, talking, and dropping small toys into my Diet Coke. Of course in between there we dealt with reflux, food protein induced colitis (FPIC), food allergies, specialists, and a myriad of medications... so this birthday is an exciting one for which we are all grateful.We invited a few family members over for a small party at our house. I've spent the last few weeks planning, and I must confess that I found so much amazing inspiration on Pinterest that I now need to throw another five and a half parties to take advantage of all the ideas that are now filling up precious space in my ditzy brunette head. Let's start with the invitations.I designed her invites in Pages (on Mac) and printed them on card stock on our home printer. The front has one picture from every month of her life and says "our little sprout is growing." For the back, I used some scrapbook paper that I scanned and altered in Photoshop. For the paper garland, I first cut out some shapes (circles, butterflies, and flowers) using my Cricut paper cutter, then sewed them together with the sewing machine. It took an insane amount of time to complete, but I love it and I am going to put it in H's room, so we'll enjoy it for a long time. I didn't have it together enough to take a picture every week in the same outfit or against the same back drop. Instead, every week since her birth I would take a photo that we had taken that week and, using the eye-dropper tool in Photoshop, I added a colored banner to each photo that coordinated with something in the photo (background, clothing, accessory.) For some weeks the only photo we had was one taken on the iPhone.  Those photos aren't the best, and I wish that they were all perfect but seeing all those weekly pics together makes them perfect anyway. I love seeing how she has grown during the year and seeing her personality come through in the photos as she gets older. I strung them up all over the house with white yarn, and everyone had fun picking out their favorite photo. I made the cupcake toppers using the Cricut paper cutter (love that thing!), some more scrapbook paper (remember my never ending supply?), and a sucker stick.H and I both have egg allergies, so for the cupcakes and her smash cake I used this recipe for eggless vanilla cake and my own recipe for cream cheese frosting and they were delicious. The cupcakes baked up pretty flat on top, so Nate just piled the frosting up high. (yes, you read that right. I am living with my very own Cake Boss! Just one more talent that I am discovering about my husband of almost twelve years!) I made H's smash cake and even though it was listing to one side, if you squint your eyes a little it turned out pretty cute!I set all the food on the dining room table (after moving the chairs into the living room). Instead of using a tablecloth I bought two yards of yellow and white polka dot fabric. If you look closely you can tell that I didn't hem it (too lazy), so now I can use it for something else. Our table measures 36" x 60" and two yards worked just perfect!Pink lemonade in canning jars with yellow striped paper straws. Nate used a metal drill bit to make a hole in the lid for the straw. So cute!For the take home gifts, I filled plastic lined kraft paper bags with homemade kettle corn. The tags say "Thank you for coming to my party... Keep in touch, write to me or email me" and then her email address. I attached a few cute pencils that I found at Target to each bag with some pink striped bakers twine. Before H was born, I created an email address for her and started writing to her about all her milestones, my feelings about her during the pregnancy, and advice that I wanted to give her. Now I write to her about all the funny things that she does that I don't want to forget. I decided to give her email address to all[...]

How To: Safely Remove Old Paint from Hardware


There is paint on our hinges. And not in an 'I ate too many Mike & Ike's so now my hand looks like a tweeker with no cash and I inadvertently left a smidgen of paint on the hinge in my shaky wake' kind of way. Nope. We are talking an all-out, blatant disregard for painting etiquette. Always remove hardware before you wield a paint brush. Everybody knows that. At the very least, a lazy painter will tape over it. Fine. Your secret is safe with me. But slapping avocado green oil paint on an unsuspecting hinge followed by peach paint and then teal paint and then white paint is just down-right deranged.Just looking at this hinge makes me cringe. It's not impossible to remove paint from hardware, but it isn't easy my friends, and it usually involves toxic stripper, burning fingers, and singed nose hairs, resulting in an angry cursing hinge owner. But now we have an eight month old so toxic fumes are no bueno, and we kind of like our nose hairs. So, that option sucks.We could buy new hinges. But then our door wouldn't hang right. Hinges aren't made like they used to be. New hinges are made thinner.  Not only that, if you have a door that is already hung, it has been fitted for that exact hinge. Putting on a different hinge, even if it is an old replacement hinge, will alter the fit of the door and may result in a door that squeaks, swings poorly, or worse, won't shut. Which is sort of what doors are for. So that option sucks as well.Now what? What if I told you that you can remove paint from old hardware with nothing more than water and a tiny dose of dish soap? I know, I didn't believe it either. I saw it on Pinterest and immediately thought "this will never work." Nothing is ever that easy. Not for me. (Don't listen to my brother when he tells you I'm the Golden Child.)So I put it to the test... a DIY myth bust...and it totally worked! Latex paint, oil paint, mystery paint. It all came off.Want to try it? You know you are scanning your house right now looking for old painted hardware just to give it a go. It's easy and oh-so-satisfying. You know you want to. (This is getting strange. Let's move on.)Find an old crock pot (or borrow your mother-in-law's - I won't tell).  I bought mine back for $6.00 from the local thrift store that I had just donated my old crock pot to. Oh, hindsight, you make me look like such a jerk.Throw your hardware in - OR tap into your OCD and carefully place in a pattern that would allow you to remember which hinge was which while at the same time maintaining a mathematically proportionate grid that is aesthetically pleasing. (Note to self: get help with OCD)Fill crock pot with water.Add a squirt of dish soap.Turn on high and let sit overnight.Remove hinge from water with tongs/pliers/chopsticks (metal + hot water = hot metal) and immediately scrape off any paint while the hinge is still hot. Most of the paint on our hinges came off in sheets. Some layers of paint we had to scrape with a putty knife, but it didn't take much effort.Sand with steel wool to remove the remainder of the paint residue.We sprayed ours with oil-rubbed bronze spray paint to match the new door-knobs, but keeping the metal in it's raw state would also look cool in the right house.Disclaimer: We have yet to try this technique on any metal other than these hinges which are brass. Some metals may spontaneously self-combust whilst spinning out of control toward the great black hole in an alternate universe. Ok, I made that last part up, but we can't be held accountable for your metal mishaps. Crock (pot) at your own risk. Oh and rubber gloves aren't a bad idea either.remove paint with a crock pot, how to, tutorial, remove old paint from hardware[...]



Of all the things that I'm not good at - small talk, sports of any kind, parallel parking, and (according to my sister-in-law) parenting - blogging tops the list. Somehow this last month took the bullet train and suddenly Mr. is proclaiming "Holy crap! It's November!" Time flies when you're sleep deprived.Just in case you were beginning to believe that we slept through all of October (if only),  here is a recap of what we were up to:Irritating our fellow passengers on our semi-annual pilgrimage to the Atlantic coast. Yeah, that man put his ear buds in to drown out H's protests for more Biscoff cookies. I joke. She does not yet get to enjoy the deliciousness that are Biscoff cookies. I ate them all. Yes, I know I can buy them at Dan's and eat them any day of the week. It's just not the same.Gearing up at our favorite surf shop in Cocoa Beach. H was not as impressed as we had hoped, though she did look mighty cute in her Ron Jon tee. Start em young.Floating in the greatest hotel pool. Ever. Hands down. Hilton Bonnet Creek, Orlando, Florida. Seeing if all the living room furniture would fit in the dining room. Yep, it does. Enjoying the fall colors at Silver Lake up Big Cottonwood Canyon. Redecorating the built-ins in the living room with tools.Playing in the leaves.Hanging out with H's favorite cousin.Getting lost in a corn maze. Hanging crown molding.Playing with more leaves.PaintingMore painting while H gets busy picking out new furniture from the Pottery Barn catalog. Yep, more painting. Now, let's see if I can manage to post more than once this month![...]

A Swing, a Miss, & a Homerun


Like every other parent since the dawn of time, when we had our daughter seven months ago, we made several naive declarations - I will never hold my daughter's back side up to my nose to check for a dirty diaper, I will never ride in the backseat with my child - and almost immediately ate our words. Almost everything we said we would NEVER do has been done...on many an occasion. I say almost, because we are still holding on to a modicum of self-respect. 1. We will NEVER drive a mini van. 2. We will NOT fill our house with cheap plastic kid stuff.Number 1 has been easy to hold strong on. There are lots and lots of cars out there, and most of them will transport a child, no problem. However, the no cheap plastic kid stuff has proven to be slightly more difficult. Plastic and kids seem to have become synonymous these days. So when it came time to find a high chair we had to get a little creative. I quickly became obsessed with the idea of a turquoise high chair and I began a lengthy search for a vintage wood high chair that I could paint. A trip to my favorite consignment shops, boutiques, and second hand stores still left me empty handed. I almost gave up, thinking that wood high chairs must no longer exist.Then I happened upon this picture on pinterest via Drew B. Photography. Oh. My. Lands. It was exactly what I wanted. My quest for that elusive turquoise high chair  continued.Finally, in desperation I turned to the KSL classifieds ( a local, better, version of Craig's list) and found a sturdy, vintage wood high chair for 25 smackers. The couple we bought it from used it for their only son twenty five years ago, put it in storage and hadn't thought about it since, and it is in perfect condition! (Their son must not have been as adventurous an eater as our little H!)Here it is before, in the kitchen (which is still in progress so ignore the crazy splotchy walls and the cereal on the floor - I can't be expected to clean when under construction). The finish on the chair was still in pristine condition so I sanded it to rough it up so the primer would have something to stick to.After one coat of Rustoleum grey spray primer. A hit and a miss. (I don't know why I am busting out the baseball analogies today. I am not really a sports fan. Just a word nerd.) This is after one coat of Valspar's Exotic Sea spray paint. The second the first drops of paint hit the high chair, I knew I had made a huge mistake. The color was all wrong. Too bright. Too blue. A cool color, but not at all what I wanted.After two coats of Krylon's Blue Ocean Breeze. Yes. Yes. Yes. This is the one. The home-run (sorry, I had to follow through on the sports lingo)!A humble little note from the Editor (yep, that's me) about spray paint (and no, I am not being paid for this or any other of my many opinions, which is sad really, as I have a lot of them): While the color of Valspar's Exotic Sea wasn't right for this project, their spray paint, in my opinion, is far superior to Krylon. It went on like a dream and coated really well. The Krylon on the other hand is thin and runny and has a tendency to run if you are not really careful.  A word to those buying spray paint at Michael's Craft: They are now locking up their multitude of spray paint, you know, in case any crafty hoodlums try to spray the display case. I am guessing that their paint doesn't turn over very often, because the two cans of Krylon I bought there (and then promptly returned) were extremely old and defective. I figure that most people won't go to the trouble of having the case unlocked (lazy crafters) and instead head to Smith's Marketplace (like I did) where your access to the trouble causing spray paint is not regulated (they also have a really wide selection.)I also learned that not every store sells the same colors of the same brand. So while the Home Depot on 21st[...]

I Got It Covered


When I was little, my mother tried to give me sewing lessons. I scoffed at her, oh yes, I did scoff at her. I was more interested in hiding in my little room in the attic, cutting out pictures from Architectural Digest to create my dream house from bits and pieces of the glossy magazine. Sewing was for boring people.Fast forward twenty + years and look at me now! I sew. Or I try to sew. In fact, almost every time I start a project I end up calling my mom to ask three hundred questions. "How do you thread this thing?" "Why is my bottom thread going all wonky?" "Was I a mistake?" (Oh wait, that's for another post.) My mother is too nice to do it to my face, but I'm sure she's the one laughing now. Boring people indeed.It only took me six months (or is it eight? who's counting?), but I finally finished my very first quilt. Alright, if you must know, I got my mom to help me with the actual quilting part (thanks Mom), but the rest of it I did myself. Honest.When I bought all the material to make H's bedding and pillows for her room I never intended to make a quilt. But then the fabric store got the better of me and I came home with way more material than I would ever need (big surprise). So a quilt was born. Not actually born (thank goodness, I still haven't recovered from H's traumatic delivery) but stitched together with love. Um, no, that's blood. Sometimes the needle and I don't see eye to eye. I didn't mean that as a pun. We really don't get along.A closeup of the birdies in the top left hand corner. I love rick rack. Especially when it is really BIG rick rack. Everything good in life should be extra large.The back side is almost as cute as the front.I love how the new quilt coordinates with the birdies who live above the crib...and the bedding that I made.Now H will have something to remind her of me in the terrible event that I die before she is grown-that's irrational fear #34. I won't tell you how long the list is.[...]

Kitchen: The Plan


The other day my eighteen year old niece asked me what I did all day now that I am at home with the baby. I thought about it briefly and then blurted out: I have absolutely no idea.I thought about it, though, and the truth is: I spend my days trying to keep one very adorable six month old alive...and diapered, and fed, and bathed, and smiling, and clothed, and safe, and entertained, and healthy, and laughing, and on it goes until the crickets start to sing and I fall blissfully into my bed next to a purring orange kitty and a very handsome Diet Coke addict.This may be the most important thing I ever do and I am desperately trying to enjoy every moment I have with her, memorize every sound she makes, remember every new idea she discovers that makes those blue eyes of hers light up like the stars. She will only be little for so long (not long enough) and I want to be present in every single second of being her mother.Of course, this means that my house is a wreck, the laundry is chronically dirty, and projects that were started over a year ago still sit where we left them. That is to say, un-done. Incredibly un-done. Remarkably un-done. The un-donest you've ever seen. Un-done-a-doodle.Which leads me to the kitchen reno. Maybe I should start at the very beginning (a very good place to start...sing with me now!). The plan. Maybe then Mr. and I can get inspired again to get our rear(s) in gear and finish this mammoth of an undertaking.It's possible to do this and be a parent, right? Other people have successfully raised families while renovating a home. Or so I've been told. Although, people lie. I lie all the time. No I don't. See, I just did.Sigh. Aren't kitchen renovations the worst? This whole business is making me a little crazy. Or is it? I don't remember.Without further ado, this is the plan. The method-to-the-incredible-madness plan. There is a lot to be done, so I've written it all down for you. And for me. Sometimes I get a little lost in the details, so it's good to have a plan. Looking toward the "banquette" area In no particular order:1. Install bead board ceiling. 2. Install new lighting. 3. Move the refrigerator to the other side of the kitchen to improve the layout and flow of the room. 4. Of course all the cabinetry will be removed and replaced, but this odd little jaunt will not be coming back. Again, to improve the layout and flow of the room.5. Install built-in banquette seating. 6. Install new molding around windows and doors.                                                                 6a. New window treatments. (why wouldn't I just call this 7? wouldn't that be easier? Is there any limit to my weirdness? and why is weird spelled that way? isn't the rule i before e except after c? I think I need a nap)7. New wood flooring. (oh sure, name this one 7. that makes sense) Looking from the dining room towards the kitchen. Looking toward the dining area from the "banquette" area 8. Remove the walls between the kitchen and dining room.9. Move the wall behind the cabinets (there is a closet behind there) one foot back to make room for a dishwasher. 10. New wood range hood over the stove.11. Replace the glass top stove with a duel-fuel pro style stainless one. Looking towards the back door.  12. Remove part of this wall and add a railing. 13. Repair the drywall from where we removed a closet to expand the bathroom.14. Rework the old linen closet into a pantry complete with a barn door. Looking from the hallway into the kitchen and dining rooms. 15.  Install fully integrated dishwasher.There, now are you sufficiently confused? Me too. I'm pretty sure [...]

Chasing Butterflies


I spend a lot of time in the nursery. Between nursing, changing, and rocking this is the most used room in the house these days. In fact, there are usually extraneous assorted chairs in here as well, because when we have visitors they end up here too. They come in to chat while I nurse and then we linger for a while because it's just a lovely space to be in. But truth be told, I have redecorated the room more than once in my fickle head. So the other day as Mr. was working on the kitchen cabinets I decided to spiff up the wall behind the door. It just looked sad...Sad and empty. The other day, when we were outside, H spotted a butterfly flitting by us and it made her laugh out loud. The best sound in the whole world. So I rummaged through my insane mountain of scrapbook paper (side note: I buy scrapbook paper like it's my mission in life, but I don't scrapbook. Nope, not even a little. It's just a little obsessive behavior that I can't seem to kick! Seriously. Anyone else have this problem?) and cut out some cute little butterflies. I am hoping these paper butterflies inspire many more laughs from my happy almost six month old. I love how they look like they come in through the door and then exit toward the ceiling!They really bring together the color palette in the room![...]

Product Review: Easy Canvas Prints


I am sort of into my kid. I guess that is bound to happen when you wait ten years to have one; they turn your world upside down so that they can settle right in the center of it. So when Easy Canvas Prints contacted me about an offer to plaster H's mug on a 8x10 canvas in exchange for a review of their company, my answer was: how fast can you get this to me?Creating my canvas was easy. Their website is simple, straightforward, and user friendly. The hard part was combing through the thousands (yes, plural) of pictures we have of little H. I vacillated back and forth between several pics before deciding that her cheeser grin in this one deserved to be immortalized on canvas. The finished canvas arrived pretty quickly and was packaged really well. The construction of the canvas is top notch, the corners are super tight and the canvas is nicely stretched. I chose the standard thickness (.75) because I think I will eventually frame it, but they also offer a 1.5 inch thickness that would look really cool on its own. They also offer some optional color finishes (black & white, sepia tone) and image retouching. What I learned: canvas has a tendency to make your picture look slightly darker, so choose your pic accordingly.{This is Ellie. She was begging to be a part of this post. Aren't her blue eyes cute? I suppose I should post the pattern for her (it's vintage), and I should make her a brother...}Want a canvas of your own? You can place your order here. 'Like' them on facebook to receive 50% off  AND free shipping. [...]

Coastal Inspiration: Oregon Coast


We just returned home from our very first, honest-to-goodness, can't-believe-how-long-this-took-us, family vacation. We flew into Portland to meet our friends from Seattle and then drove out to the coast where we scored on the most amazing beach house rental (thanks Micah!) - which of course I have no photos of (duh!) so you'll have to take my word for it.We stayed near Oceanside, Oregon and from there wandered all over from Tillamook (where we may or may not have made a voyage to THE cheese factory every day for squeaky cheese. Only those in attendance know the real truth) to Seaside. We walked the beaches, found some starfish, caught some crabs (of the oceanic variety...don't get any ideas), dug for clams and introduced the little one to the joys of salty ocean air.H's ocean digs: BabyBjorn and daddyView from the beach houseFishing for crabsDigging for clamsOctopus treeDinner!Multnomah Falls[...]