I dismantled a bed today. Its pieces are now in the van to be driven, along with the girl and her several suitcases, to my parents’ place after hockey on Saturday. She gets to sleep over and I get to redo a little room downstairs that used to function as a guest room. The bed’s going into my parents’ crawl space because I have no space for it here, and then I get to decorate the room. Continue reading
Nothing is truly lost until mom can’t find it
No truer words have ever been written. I’m telling you right now, the state of my house has me at my absolute nervous-breakdown edge, and looking for lost stuff is what my daily life consists of. Continue reading
This has kept me sleepless for days now.
All I want is for my new, empty closets in the newly renovated basement to be functional. You know, so I can see at a glance what is in it and take out what I need.
Because if I keep storing everything in bins, labeled or not, I will have wasted precious time and money having these closets built.
Because inevitably, there will be challenges with other members of the family having to commit to the responsibility of keeping the bins organized. One in particulary would probably make somewhat of an effort, but inevitably he will get frustrated with having to move the top bin to get to the bottom bin, spend time searching for a particular item inside the bin, then having to put it all back in the exact position it as in before. Knowing what I know, he would get frustrated and simply end up going out to buy an identical product. And I do not need duplicate items in this tiny house thank you very much.
The other members of the family can’t read yet, so that poses additional challenges. How do you tell your 3yo to go downstairs, find the middle bin in the small room closet, move the top middle bin without breaking a bone in the process, take out item X, then put the lid back on the middle bin, replace the other bin back on top, close the door and don’t make a mess while you’re down there for god’s sake?
Ain’t going to happen.
So I started looking around. I really like the California Closet ads, but that’s just a tad out of my league.
I started with Ikea. They have good (enough) products, great space-saving ideas, and usually decent prices. But the choices were too many, and it required things like arithmetic and measuring tape, so I went to Canadian Tire (or Home Depot, or Wal-Mart, they’re all the same) and looked at the Rubbermaid options.
I ended up buying the Rubbermaid option. The closet kit for 50 bucks seemed simple and straight forward enough, so I bought it and took it home.
Carried it downstairs.
Savored what my empty closet looked like.
Left it for DH to put up.
It remained in the closet, in the box, for several days. DH doesn’t have time.
So I opened the box myself. The instruction sheet indicated that I needed to drill about a gazillion holes in the wall to accomodate some of the shelving. It was just daunting. I mean, I’m pretty handy, I can DO things, but this was just too time-consuming. I got babies for crying out loud. Finding 10 uninterrupted minutes is a luxury, but this kit would require several hours, if I’m estimating things correctly. And the baggies with the hardware? I’m not an engineer you know. I just want to put some shelving and a clothesrack in there, not reinvent the wheel. Or closet.
So back into the box it went.
Now I’m pouring over Ikea catalogues. Actually, I like some of their options, but the choices there are pretty daunting too. Pax, Hopen, Stolmen, Komplement and Broder, to name a few of their funky product names. I think I’ve narrowed it down to Broder, but who knows what will happen when I get there.
I will need to buy each piece seperately, since that is the way of Ikea, which is fine, if you have time to do things without incessant interruptions. But the planning part too will take some time. It will require measuring tape, stud-finder gadgets, and some pre-visualizing of the final product. Then, it will require the actual shopping trip where one hopes that all the items one so carefully selected will be in stock.
Perhaps I will volunteer DH to take care of it. Bribe him with “I’m taking the kids for a playdate, go to Ikea and buy yourself a $1 breakfast, then buy me the friggin closet organizers, this is what I want, feel free to install it when you get home, yada…”. We’ll see how that pans out.
But it is kind of exciting. So exciting in fact that I spent the bulk of today organizing various kiddie clothes, making piles of “keep for future”, “donate”, “sell”, “send to nephew” and “keep for friend’s kid”. Now I have 3 empty (EMPTY!) bins, a few bags with clothes I will throw in the car to drop off here and there, and eternal hope for organization.
Maybe I’m kidding myself, but it’s worth a try at least.
Oh, and on that topic, I bought one of those storage-vacuum-bag thingies, that promises to reduce the size of the contents to mere inches. Can’t wait to try that out on all the heavy winter coats!
I really like this colour. Although it goes on darker than the little paint chip sample thingy. But that’s ok. I wanted colour in the basement, even though there will be lots of natural light coming in.
This colour reminds me of spring herbs.
This colour reminds him of lime.
I offered to go a shade lighter, or different altogether, but he says he doesn’t care.
I ponder what it might be like to live in a slapped together, cardboard townhouse with all the modern amenities.
When this cardboard townhouse falls apart due to lack of workmanship, I would simply move to another one. In some McSubdivision.
I’d drive a McMinivan most likely.
Of course, if I’m living in such a McTownhouse I would be single with two kids.
This would not be too much of a foreign concept to me, truth be said. I’m single right now. Single with two kids. One who needs his nose wiped and one who is teething and whining.
But I itch to paint.
I should paint.
I want to paint.
I can’t paint.
Because there is no one to watch the kiddies.
Not that I’m watching them either right now…I’m blogging. Pondering and blogging.
I ponder too if I should just contact a real estate agent. Have her assess this place to sell AS IS.
You know, like that IKEA ASIS section.
Put it up for sale, move into a new townhouse, and be done with it.
No more basement issues. No more painting issues. No more coordinating and trying to stay motivated, and motivate OTHER people to prime and paint and do stuff.
The smallest of the 3 rooms in the basment is about as big as a prison cell. The closet takes up an entire wall. That’s the closet, to the left.
It’s the only thing that’s primed.
The room opposite this one is about twice as big with a closet about half the size of this one.
The big rec/livingroom on the other side is about a gazillion times bigger.
If I can paint an hour every day like I did today, the basment will be primed sometime by Xmas time. And painted, with a floor in, sometime by Xmas time 2009.