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Shut the Damned Door, Or, THE END!

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Food Mood: Celebratory So we are so close to done but there are sooooooo many permits still open.   We start trying to get them closed which is one hell of a mountain to climb. The Hubby and the Kiddo go on a mini vacation out west and I power through the powder room, painting every last crack of that beloved beadboard (still better than drywalling.   STILL. BETTER.).   When the Hubby returns he pushes through laying the tiny little black tiles and puts in the sink and toilet.   Done.   We call the plumbing inspector and he comes and he loves it all.   HA!   HAD YOU THERE DIDN’T I? Nope.   That is just not how we roll here at What A Crock, it must be a Crock from beginning to end.   We fail the inspection because there’s no door on the bathroom.   We try to explain that we’re weirdo nudists and that’s how we like our bathrooms, but he’s having none of it.    Apparently you can’t pass   a plumbing inspection without a door, which must have the ability to lock.   Okey
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Battle Troll Tiling

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Reno Ridiculouso: Tiling Battle Troll Style Food Mood; Chili, cause that’s the troll’s favourite food It’s March Break and the Battle Troll (name for my brother in law, see last post) arrives to lay our tile.   Everything is set.   The Hubby has worked his butt off to make sure that we have everything needed and are ready to go.   The Troll will be with us for two days to lay all the dining room, back entry and bathroom tile.   Oh, and my sister comes too.   But mostly she and I and the Kiddo get out of the way while the boys go to town on tile. They come and we order in food and have a great night of drinking and playing card games and generally just enjoying being together.   The next day The Sister (otherwise known as Sissy) and I and the Kiddo head out to the ROM while the boys start. We’re enjoying the ROM when about two hours in I get a call from the Hubby. I’m expecting to hear how much he loves working with the Battle Troll and how awesome the room looks
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Two Houses Become One

Reno Ridiculouso: Puttin' It Together Food Mood: confused, but pulling off an awesome quinoa bowl that only I like Handy Neighbour and the Hubby go to it one afternoon and start laying the kitchen floor.   We’ve settled on a grey, taupe, reddish brown laminate because we need to connect the reddish brown wood of the older section of the house, with the soon to be espresso cupboards and to the black/copper/grey dining room.   I (and pretty much everyone) looooove the look of it but we’ll see how the laminate holds up…. Anyways, on this day ‘tis being laid. Handy Neighbour and Hubby are madly laying out the pieces trying to get the right flow and finish to the floor and they keep stepping over each other and moving things.   Finally Handy Neighbour says to Hubby “You know, you could reopen the wall so that we could use the living room to stage this floor…”   What?   Hubby actually laughs out loud.   He and I have fully forgotten that there’s a whole house beyond the
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RePlan the Plan: the Ceiling Edition

Reno Ridiculouso= Reno Expensivo Food Mood: Still Doin’ it.   Still Eating.   Still Cooking Ok, so the cool tin tile ceiling was an awesome idea.   But the Hubby and I have a problem.   We are REALLY BAD at doing the cheap version of things.   We want this to look awesome, it’s the dream room, the last thing that we really haven’t downgraded.   And so , we are stuck.   The ceiling tiles that we like and the crown mouldings (does that word have a u in it?   I don’t know…) to complete the transition to the walls are going to be $1600.    And we just can’t justify it. Nope.   There are limits to all things are apparently we just found ours. I quietly cry to myself and the Hubby puts forth one of those ALL OUT WE’RE GOING DO THIS OR DIE TRYING days.   And he is epic.   And in one short weekend he finishes that dining room ceiling mudding and sanding.   We hire the awesome neighbours from across the street to come and do custom mouldings for the top so that he doesn’t
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