Room Makeover: Entryway

March 1, 2015 by Jeannie

A good entryway should be functional and attractive, at least according to what I’ve read.  Ours, unfortunately, was neither. I’m terrible about taking “before” pictures, but this might give you an idea.

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(Pardon the cavernous hole on the left side — that’s the library, and hopefully the next room to get a makeover.)

It’s hard to tell from this picture, but that is not a lovely shade of green on the wall. It’s actually quite hideous. In fact, I think that is Evan’s favorite part of the entire makeover: to be rid of that green. Of course, having a place to actually store our shoes isn’t bad either.

The first phase of this project took place in late November, when I painted our badly faded front door.

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I’m really not opposed to green as a color, I  promise.  The red is just so perfect with the stained glass!

We decided to move the existing shoe cabinet to our closet, since it really wasn’t working in the entry. Important lesson for me: just because something seemed like a good idea doesn’t mean it really is. And if it’s the one thing that is holding you back,  try taking it out of the picture. When you don’t have to mentally plan around it, you just might come up with a better plan.

The other snag we kept running into while designing the space had to do with the door placement. The door opens nearly flush with the wall, and the stained glass is mounted on the inside. This means that coat hooks, a bench, etc won’t fit behind the door. In fact, coat hooks would probably destroy the glass. I was stumped by this for a long time, until I happened across a photo (thank you, Pinterest!) of a similar setup with a mirror hung on the wall behind the door. Ta-da!

We figured out a shelf and bench that would fit on that wall (more about those pieces later), chose a warm gray for the upper part of the walls (white on the bottom), and jumped right in…

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Most of the painting was done late at night after the kids were in bed. I’m sure the neighbors were curious!

And the (mostly) finished space:

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We still plan to add a low coat rack (with fairly shallow hooks) behind the door for kids’ coats.

Sources:
Wire shelf: World Market 
Bench: Amazon (we did have to drill new holes for the shelf inside,  as the baskets were a hair too tall)
Wire/canvas baskets: Walmart
Mirror: Craigslist
Rug: Goodwill, but originally from Target

A few more “after” shots…

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Of course there are still a few details to finish,  but overall we are thrilled with how it turned out!

It Just Wasn’t Norm’s Day

April 27, 2013 by Evan

Some days are fun. Some are boring. Some are productive. Some are crazy.

And some days just absolutely, positively require a blog post.

I can’t think of any way to describe yesterday other than just jotting down a rough timeline….

6:30 – We arise from deep slumber to a sunny, relatively warm morning.

7:15 – Breakfast of eggs, sausage, toast, and coffee.

8:00 – I start working on the yard. The big storms are finally over, so there is plenty of grass to mow. Jeannie does the dishes, starts some laundry, and feeds the chickens.

9:00 – Still mowing and edging. Our next-door neighbor’s house is vacant right now. The neighbor on the other side, Norm, 75, owns a landscaping business, so he’s been mowing the front lawn of the empty house. He owns all of the land behind us and has both grass and crop fields, along with two ponds. He’s outside today too, of course. While he’s making a turn, he drives his huge zero-turn radius riding mower over the gravel driveway. Rocks sing as they fly past my ears like bullets. I turn and duck. Thankfully, only one small one hits me in the back of the head.

10:00 – Still doing mostly uneventful yard work. There are holes all over the yard from soil that has settled under all the water. These need to be fixed. Jeannie starts taking leaves off of the garden area. She put them down last fall to keep the weeds away. She mentions that we should till soon. One of the neighbors probably has a tiller we can borrow.

10:30 – Norah goes down for her nap.

11:00 – These holes are annoying me, so I take a break and go get a truck load of dirt from the landscape supply down the road.

11:30 – Back with the dirt. I get about 3/4 of a yard of dirt moved from truck to holes.

12:30 – Norah wakes up. Lunch! Soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

1:00 – We make a run to Ace Hardware to get some flowers for the pots on the front porch, paint for the back porch, a kitchen sink faucet repair kit, some nails, and a little broom for Norah.

2:00 – Back home again. Jeannie talks to Norm’s wife, Pat, about a tiller. They have one we can use. Norm can get me started right away. I meet him at one of their outbuildings. He’s still on the riding mower. As he gets off (very carefully, since he can’t walk very well anymore) he tells me that “you have to almost be an engineer to operate one of these things.” Apparently they can be tricky to steer. He shows me how to get the tiller running and how to operate it. Off I go.

2:30 – About three turns into the garden, a belt breaks on the tiller. Norm is out in the field again, so I decide to go back to mowing, too. I’ll deal with the tiller later. I have a big wheelbarrow-load full of clippings to dump first. We usually put them on a pile at the back of our property. As I dump the load, I see Norm mowing along the edge of the pond, maybe 200 yards away. As I start to turn around to go back, I see the mower crash down the steep bank of the pond and dump Norm into the water. This is followed by a mild but quite loud string of curses. After standing in shock for a few moments, I hop the fence and start to run.

When I arrived, Norm was standing about knee-deep in the water. “They told me I should be more careful,” he said. The mower was sitting a about a 60 degree angle on the bank, just above the water, so I was worried it could still tip over on top of him. So I waded in and offered a hand. Things were going well until one of Norm’s knees gave out and he fell backward into the water again. This time he was almost up to his chest.

2:45 – Eventually we managed to get out of the water and up the bank. Before Norm was even on his feet again, he said “we could probably pull it out with the tractor.” Images of both the tractor and the mower at the bottom of the pond filled my head.

3:00 – When we got back to the barn we found some chain and Norm fired up the tractor. Pat informed me that she had been telling him to slow down. He had also gotten the golf cart stuck in the other pond.

3:15 – Still soaking wet, we hitched up the mower. It took a little time, but that tractor is a good one. Out came the mower, leaking gas and missing a steering arm. I fished it out of the pond.

3:30 – Before we could turn around and tow the mower back to the barn, the tractor ran out of gas. Pat, who had come by to watch, sternly reminded Norm to “watch his language.” I offered to go to the gas station, and Norm suggested I get a new belt at the same time. Seemed like a good idea, so we drive back to my place on the cart to get the old belt for sizing.

3:45 – Now in dry boots, I made my way to Rural King to pick up the belt, then to the gas station.

4:30 – Back home, Norm is nowhere to be found. I dropped off the gas, then asked another neighbor, Mark, if he’s seen him. Mark said that he hadn’t. But he did offer to cut down a couple of mulberry trees that invaded our yard. Since I don’t have a chain saw, I gladly accepted. Jeannie started dinner. Norah had been busy watering the flowers her dress, so she was not wearing the same clothes she had on when I left.

4:45 – Dinner. Delicious Greek chicken gyros made from scratch.

5:00 – While washing my hands, I noticed that the bathroom window was broken. Odd, I thought. On closer inspection, it appeared that a rock had hit it. I remembered the gravel incident from the morning and decided to check the other window on the same wall. Outer pane shattered.

5:15 – Still can’t find Norm. So I put the new belt on the tiller. While doing this, I first hear Mark yelling at his Doberman. “Izzy, come back here!” It’s a familiar sound. About ten minutes later, another neighborhood dog, a huge basset hound named Fred, goes running by. I found out later that he had broken his collar. By the time the belt is on, all dogs are caught and accounted for.

6:00 – I finished the tilling and drove the old machine back to the outbuilding. Still no Norm. But his clothes were hanging on the line.

6:15 – Upon arriving back home, Jeannie informed me that there were also a half dozen holes in our siding. It looks like someone sprayed the side of the house with a machine gun. “Poor Norm” she said. “He doesn’t even know how bad his day was.” This is also when I found out that the golf cart incident had happened early this same morning.

6:30 – We see Mark outside again and walk over to thank him for cutting down the trees. “I’ve told him to stay away from that edge” he told us more than once.

6:45 – We heard the tractor start up again. Off in the distance we could see both Norm and Pat, and I was worried they were going to try to hook up and tow the mower themselves. Thankfully they just brought the tractor back to the house.

7:15 – Norah goes down. Showers.

8:30 – Bed.

8:31 – Sleep.

The End

A Bit of Movie Trivia

January 12, 2013 by Evan

[Note: Sadly, the videos have been removed. I’ll repost them if I can find another source.]

Fans of the movie Seven Brides for Seven Brothers might know that some of the songs are lip-synced. Matt Mattox (the actor who played Caleb) was a professional dancer, but not a professional singer. His part in the song Lonesome Polecat was overdubbed in the final movie. But I found this video where you can hear his own voice in the song:

http://vimeo.com/14345135

The actual voice in the movie is that of Bill Lee. What fascinated me was finding out that Mr. Lee also overdubbed the vocals in a song from another one of my childhood favorite movies, The Sound of Music. Here’s the song Edelweiss, as it was originally sung by Christopher Plumber:

http://vimeo.com/4143597

Letter to My Teenage Self

September 17, 2012 by Jeannie

Dear Me,
There you are, 15 years old. As you look into the future, it’s probably a good thing you can’t see me at more than twice your age: you’d be terrified of the years that must pass before you will finally be that wife and mother you dream of now…
Your best friend now? She’s going to move away. You’ll keep in touch through the years, but you will make other friends. I promise. Two of your closest friends will be your little sisters. I know right now, at 8 and 10, the gap seems huge, but in a few years you’ll be quite the threesome. Oh, and your mom. Right now you clash a lot, but you’ll get past that and be really close friends. You’ll even be a birth attendant as she has your youngest brother… and a dozen years later, she’ll be by your side as you give birth to your first daughter.
You look pretty old-fashioned in that homemade dress. Your fashion sense will mature, but you’ll keep that love of everything old, especially books (my, what a library you’ll have in your 130-year old house!) And eventually you might learn that what you wear really isn’t as important as what’s on the inside. I know you’ve only been taught that since you could talk. Keep working on it. (This is to 30 year old me, too!)
You don’t have very specific plans for what to do after high school. If you thought about it now, you might do some things a little differently, but don’t worry… God has a way of using everything to shape you into the person he wants you to be. You won’t go to college. You’ll stay home until you get married (and keep sharing a room with your sisters). You won’t ever have a formal job, but the wide range of experiences you’ll get instead will be well worth it… volunteering at a crisis pregnancy center, working on the farm, working for your dad in many capacities, doing freelance writing and editing and formatting.
And since getting married is on your mind a lot right now, let me tell you a few things about your future husband. You don’t know him now (so don’t worry about not knowing a lot of eligible guys). You will get your heart seriously broken before you meet him, but you’ll come out stronger on the other side. God’s getting him ready, but you won’t meet him until you are almost 28. Despite the advances in technology and the fact that both of you will be on all sorts of online networking sites, you’ll end up actually meeting in person. You, little country mouse, will end up living in Los Angeles, CA, and you’ll be just fine. You’ll end up letting go of so many dreams to marry this man, but it will be worth it, because you’re going to find a love beyond anything you can imagine right now. Don’t worry overmuch about the crushes you have on other guys in the intervening years. It’s part of growing up, you’ll learn from them, and once you meet your man, you won’t even remember how it felt to like anyone else.
And those dreams you let die? God will give them back to you in surprising ways. You’ll leave the big city to live in a tiny village in southern Illinois, in an old house surrounded by a picket fence. You’ll have a garden, a clothesline, a fireplace, and even a barn. And wonder of wonders, you’ll have a little girl with her daddy’s eyes and mama’s hair. It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.
Love, Me

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