Three hundred words for "White"

In real time, we've moved into the house. We've replaced a furnace. We've unpacked some things.

But in blog time, we're just up to our paint job.

Questionable decisions had been made in the basement. The ceiling had been well-insulated, but newspaper had been stuffed in the patchily-insulated walls. And no one had ever waterproofed the cement walls, which were spalling in spots.  You learn all kinds of new words as a homeowner.

I was most pleased with the colors we picked for the living and dining rooms.

The master bedroom turned out a bit differently than I'd expected. I love the way the blue looks with the brown, but I haven't fully embraced the yellow ceiling.

  

But you can see how our spackling skills made a difference in the state of the un-replastered walls:

Natural Light

It's great to be reminded of all the wonderful things about our new home that we love -- like the natural light that it gets.

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

 In order to make our newly plastered walls as smooth as a baby's bottom, and to save a little money, we took on the task of sanding.  It's kind of a messy, tedious business.

This made me think of E.T., every time.

 

Weeks later, the dust continues to settle. But! Our plaster walls were whole again, and ready to prime and paint.

Collin demonstrates the improper use of eye protection.

Getting plastered

While I loved the gothic feel of our crumbling, water-stained plaster walls, we decided to go for a more finished look for the house.  With four rooms of rough, crumbling walls and a desire to move in by the end of the month, we called in the professionals to skim coat everything they could.

So Collin's office went from this:

To this, mid-wallpaper removal:

To patched holes:

 To two coats of plaster.

Progress!

Northwest Gothic

Once the wallpaper was off, we were left to ponder the state of what was underneath.

Like living in a Faulkner novel.

Water-stained plaster-and-lathe walls, in kinda rough shape.

To be fair, we didn't have to strip wallpaper from this wall. It came that way!

Only one wall appeared to be held up by the wallpaper,though. This wall, between the living room and the kitchen, was in the worst shape. Nothing is more frighteningly exhilarating than taking this:

to this, in the house you just bought.

It's only a wallpaper moon

Goal #1: Paint. Paint the dining room, living room, master bathroom, bedroom, office, landing, stairs and guest room.

Before we move in.

We knew the walls had been wallpapered at some point -- the seams were clearly visible in nearly all the rooms.  We agreed that looked terrible, and if we were going to do this thing, we were going to do it right.  And doing it right meant removing wallpaper.  We'd heard horror stories, but we girded our loins and prepared for battle.

I found a bubble in the dining room wall and made a start.  The paint, and top layer of wallpaper, never to be seen by human eyes again, came off easily, leaving several layers of wallpaper below.

I loved the archeology of the task, and, to be honest, the picking off of long strips of paint and wallpaper.  Bit by bit, we unearthed our vintage dining room wallpaper.

I know it's crazy, but I kind of love it.

The seasonal snowflake wallpaper, however, seems like a questionable choice.

Was it like this when we bought it?

So it's not like we didn't notice the imperfections. That upstairs window really needed some love. The ceiling in the living room had some imperfections. We'd want to repaint. The bones -- and muscles, and joints, and tendons -- were great. A new haircut, some make-up, maybe a good night's sleep was all this body needed to be looking her best.

Then we got the keys, and got inside. We started to notice more of her imperfections up close.

 

How many layers of wallpaper could there possibly be?

Maybe a facelift and some Botox would help.

I'm not a contractor...

...but I'm pretty sure a cardboard beer box and 3 inches of spackle isn't the correct way to patch a hole.

This new old house.

Hello, family and friends! Welcome to our new house.

We've made a bit of a mess of the place already, so I thought I'd start you off with the MLS photos so you could get a sense of how we first saw it.  See if you can count all of the area rugs!

You enter into the living room:

Which leads to the dining room:

Which leads to the recently redone kitchen:

It has three bedrooms -- two upstairs, one downstairs (the brown room). Collin will use the yellow room for his office:

And a funny little landing at the top of the stairs. I think this is going to be my favorite room once it's full of books, plants, and a basket of yarn.

There are two full bathrooms. The upstairs is entertainingly quirky. It's a recent addition -- you can see it in the front of the house, upstairs. It's about 18-20' long, and yes, that whole far end of the room is a side-by-side, completely open bath and shower.

There's a sunny, south-facing back deck. You know, for when it's sunny in Portland:

And a blank slate of a backyard:

 

It has its charms and quirks, and we discover more every day. Smartly-arranged kitchen organizers? Check. Friendly neighbors? Check. Rooms without electrical outlets? Check. Bathroom lights that turn on by themselves? Check.

Neighborhood feral cats? We've counted eight so far.

Welcome wagon or harbingers of certain doom? You decide.