Edges Like Sea Glass

By Leah LaRocco

House & Home

Dealing With A Bit Of Storm Damage

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So today I was going to post a whiny blog about how my heat has not been working, but I’ll save that for tomorrow after it’s been fixed. 

Today, I write to you about the wicked crazy storm we had last night.  At 3:08 am I woke up to the terrifying sound of a train and immediately thought, “Well this is it, we’re all going to die!”  The cats were on the bed, so I closed the door to the bedroom in case I needed to grab them quickly.  When I looked out the window the sky was a sickly red color and the huge pine tree in my neighbor’s yard was being tossed around like a rag doll.  The rain was coming down in sheets and I thought maybe I saw a witch on a bicycle flying around out there too.

I kept looking back and forth from the cats to the window.  Cats. Window.  Cats. Window.  Do I take them out there and get in the crawl space?  Do I run and get the cat carrier from the outside room and risk being blown away?  Do we go sit in the bathtub with pillows over our heads?  I could grab them both and run.  No, I couldn’t.  I wouldn’t be able to hold them both.  Surely I’d lose one.  Which child would I sacrifice to the mercy of the wind?!

Instead I sat on the bed and panicked, occasionally looking out the window and then jumping back from it remembering you’re not supposed to be anywhere near windows in a tornado.  The cats looked bored, like I was rudely interrupting a most pleasant nap.  After about 10 minutes, it seemed like the worst of it had passed and then the sirens started.  Tornado sirens are firehouse sirens that just keep sounding until entire towns are whipped into a frenzy over a possible weather event that may never happen.  They are loud and freaky, and now I understand why my German exchange student in high school had a heart attack every time one went off.  Thank you, helpful sirens, for wailing so mournfully AFTER the worst of the storm had passed.

This morning, I went outside to find some damage around the house.  Large pieces of the next door neighbor’s trees had fallen in the general direction of my side fence and yard.  Rude.

 And the roof has some damage to the shingles in several places.  This is not necessarily a bad thing since my roof is 10 years old and could use a little facelift.

I am sitting around waiting for my heat to be fixed today, so why not have a roofer come too?!  It could be like a little maintenance party.  One thing to know when you get roof damage in a storm is that the first phone call you make should not be to your insurance company.  Have the roof assessed by a roofer, and then they will tell you what will be covered.  Then you deal with the insurance company.  If this is done the other way around, you will most likely not get the repair you are looking for.

I’m thrilled to be dealing with this lovely little hassle since things had become quite dull around here of late.  I’m so very thankful the damage wasn’t irreparable.

The Anatomy Of A Bookshelf: A Little Girl’s Dream Comes True

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I just squealed a little bit as I sat down to write this post because I cannot even begin to explain how utterly excited I am to have built in bookshelves in my home!  When I was a little girl we took family trips to Vermont several times a year.  In Arlington there was a dirt lane called River Road that meandered beside the Battenkill River.  My parents loved this road and I would complain endlessly about the 20 mph crawls down endless miles of the rocky pebbled lane every evening of our trip.  Today as an adult I remember that dirt road so vividly, the twists and turns, the picturesque houses that lined the countryside with typically “Vermont” red barns in fields beside them.  Norman Rockwell’s home and studio (a big red barn with large windows) was on this road. There was one farm house in particular that we used to drive past in the evening.  They never had the curtains drawn and I was always struck by the glow that came from the library.  Warmly stained wooden shelves that held volumes of books that looked lovingly worn from years of being reread.  The view from that window inspired the dream that someday I would have a library in my home.  
When I bought this house I was slightly disappointed by the fact that there was not a third bedroom to be turned into a library, but there were so many other great things about the place, that it seemed rather silly to not buy it because I couldn’t have a library.  There is a very bare wall in the back of the living room that was just begging for something fabulous to be built.  This is what my books have been doing since I moved in.  

Notice the 8 unpacked boxes sitting forlornly next to the shelves that once sufficed in my apartment.  The books in those boxes used to be piled on the floor under my windows, covered by floor length curtains that conveniently hid them.

I commissioned my ever talented boyfriend to build some shelves to fit the spot.  He really outdid himself.  I asked him to take pictures along the way.  The images speak for themselves, so I present you with the anatomy of a bookshelf.

 

Once the shelves were installed, crown and floor molding was attached to make them fit with the flow of the room.  One of the finishers at Rob’s shop primed them, but we ended up hand painting them after they were installed.  I was going to be ambitious and paint the back of each opening the same color as the wall, but that thought soon left my head when I realized what a job it was to paint these things. 

Every one of my books fit!  I started to sweat a bit when I was getting close to filling up the shelves, but I still have a little bit of room left.  About 25% of the books up there now haven’t been read yet, so it’s possible those will be headed for trade anyway.  The bottom three shelves are covered by cabinet doors and hold all my DVDs and smutty paperbacks I’m slightly ashamed of.

I found some fun hardware at Anthropologie (on sale for $2.95 each).  I am either going to pretend the pretty house on the knobs is my villa in Tuscany or my B&B in the English countryside.  A girl can dream, right?

Here is the finished result!  The wall paint has been touched up, doors and knobs attached, and my heart is about to burst.  I shall never move!  Not unless I can rip these out and take them with me!  Seeing all the books up there makes me want to take a year off, park myself by the beach, and read for months on end.  I am so thankful Rob was willing to do this for me and once again, I am so impressed by his talent and kindness through every neurotic moment I’ve had since moving into this place.  Happy sigh.  And many happy sighs to come.

Small Changes: Making Things Pretty

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The balmy summer continues here in TN, with temperatures consistently in the low 90s, making yard work a sweaty endeavor.  Lots of little changes have happened over the past few weeks, and the place is finally starting to breathe and feel like a home.

Paint can take a room from drab to fab!  My neighbor, Lindsay, was an art major and knows her stuff when it comes to paint colors.  She sat down with me one weekend and we laid out the color palette for the entire house.  I want to go for a beachy, blues and greens theme, so these are the colors that came out on top.  The place would have felt disjointed and clashy without her expertise, so I am really thankful I had help on this one.  Some of the colors I’d had in mind were too intense, and these are a good blend of cool relaxing shades.

Sneaky little sneak!  Keeping the cats’ curiosity at bay was impossible.

The guest room was the first room to paint, and I simply adore this cheery bright blue, which happens to be appropriately named “Sea glass.”  Rob said it looks like the inside of a Tiffany bag, which is fine by me!  This room is warmer than the rest of the house, so the light fixture was replaced with a fan, which makes a big difference temperature-wise.

I was able to find a lamp that doubles as a jar and filled it with sea glass and shells I’ve collected over the years on my trips home to long Island.

This room is tiny with a queen size bed in it, but I really wanted an adult sized bed in there for when people come to stay.  The Jacqueline Penney tapestry, titled “Inlet,” worked nicely over the bed in here.  The coverlet was a vintage find on one of mom’s thrifting trips that I stole from her years ago.  I’ve just been waiting for the perfect chance to use it.

The living room color was a challenge because I wanted a green or a blue that would work with everything I already had in there, artwork, accents, furniture, etc.  As I began painting, I started to worry it was going to look like Kermit the frog threw up on my walls, but once the entire room was finished, the result was a pretty green that really brightened things up the way the previous neutral brown had not.  It took a bit of getting used to, but I’m very happy with how everything blends without being too matchy.

 The biggest thing that made me start to feel like this was my house was unpacking my books, my dear old friends who keep me company on lazy days, rainy nights, cold winter afternoons, and every moment in between.  There is something about the familiar bindings, the titles that have changed my perspectives on life, the pages that have brought me comfort in hard times.  Hanging a Kindle on the wall just wouldn’t have the same effect.  For me, there is no substitute for a real book with real pages and real “book smell.”  On the back wall of the living room where the books are currently strewn about, I eventually would like to put in floor to ceiling bookshelves.  As it is, I still have eight boxes to unpack and really need the extra room.  It’s a bit of an addiction, what can I say?

Every light fixture in this house needs to be updated with the exception of one.  I am slowly but surely making my way through each room.  I still have not found a fan that I like for the living room or for my bedroom, but the kitchen and guest room have the same fan.  Ceiling fans are ugly.  There are few choices, and because the ceilings in this house are rather low, I have to find fans that can be flush mounted, which narrows my choices down even more.  Boring!

I love chandeliers, they make everything prettier.  The ugly fan in the dining room was changed out with this gorgeous little glass teardrop piece, fancied up with a pretty medallion on top.  I’m still amazed there weren’t more broken pieces.  Assembly was quite a delicate challenge!

And the hallway now has a little vintage sparkle thanks to this one, purchased at a locally owned store in Franklin called Philanthropy.

I can’t keep myself away from the gardens outside in spite of the heat, so I dug out some old irises and over-sized burning bushes that were simply…ugly, and cleaned out this little shaded bed beneath the weeping cherry.  I planted a little rose on the sunny corner, which I think will do better here due to the heat, and I’d like to plant some hosta and hydrangeas as well. 

And the newest addition to the patio has added a little conversation area out there for evenings and afternoons when the mosquitoes are at a minimum.  I found a wrought iron patio set on Craigslist for a good price and decided to spruce it up with a new coat of paint and a bright blue umbrella.  Here’s the transformation after a proverbial boob job and facelift.  It took 7 cans of Rustoleum paint, and my patio has a blue tinge to it, but highly worth the effort, I’d say!

Plus, two more whiskey barrel planters since they went down in price and one can never have too much gardening space, non?

At the moment, Rob is putting up trim in the bathroom and cursing quite loudly about the terrible job the previous owners did of hanging crown, but based on the other epic reno-failures we’ve discovered in this house, can one be surprised?  More to come!!!

The Guest Room AKA Where You Will Be Staying When You Come To Visit Me

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I never thought the guest room in my little house would turn out to be such a project, but my friend Daniel said to me yesterday, “As a friend, I have to tell you that when you start one thing, it always leads to another project.”  He was so right.  To recap, this is the room that had paneling on the walls that had been covered with wallpaper and then painted over (lazy jerks).  I went to town on that biznass and tore it all down, which resulted in ugly naked drywall that looked like it had been in a shootout.

Mom and dad came to visit for two weeks and dad, being the handy sort of guy that he is, took on the job of getting the room ready.  One of the things I wanted to do was tear down a wall that was jutting out into the room for no apparent reason.  Remember this?

I mean honestly, what the heck?!  So I wanted to tear that wall down and open it up to the tiny 6’x7′ room on the other side of that.  However, we hit a snag when dad discovered it was a load-bearing wall.  To be clear, load-bearing walls are not to be messed with or you screw with the structural integrity of your home.  I was ticked!  So dad decided to take the drywall off anyway and see what was underneath.  BEHOLD, a doorway!

AHA!!!  So that’s why the wall jutted out!  Apparently, that little space was the original closet for the second bedroom.  I still have no idea what the previous owners were thinking by opening up the wall behind it, but they made a big mistake by doing that because that wall was also a load-bearing wall that would need to be restructured and rebuilt.  After some keen disappointment on not being able to open up the two rooms, I made the decision to close the far wall back up and keep this little doorway so the room would have a closet.  After some cross-armed consideration by the men, here’s what happened.

New drywall was put in place, and the existing drywall was spackled to death to prepare it for paint.  You can see below, dad is preparing the larger opening to be re-studded and ready for a new wall.

The little room had some wallpaper that mom steamed off the walls.  If that isn’t motherly love, I don’t know what is.  In the end, the project resulted in a tiny room that will someday be a half bathroom!!!  I am most excited by this since there is currently only one bath in the house.  When people come to visit, it will be nice for them to have their own space.  The guest room saga will remain in a state of “to be continued” and I’ll be sure to update on the progress!

Outside in the backyard, I wanted to plant a kitchen garden, but the cedar planters I had my eye on were very expensive.  I discovered that Home Depot sells whiskey barrels from the Jack Daniel’s distillery in Lynchburg, Tennessee, and what better way to add some local flavor than to have some local whiskey-fied herbs on the patio?

To see how these barrels are crafted, here’s an interesting little short video on the birth of a barrel:

I lined the planters with some heavy gauge plastic and filled them with fertilized potting soil from Lowes.  The bags were so large, I only needed one per barrel.

With it being a little late in the growing season here, I was thrilled to find beautiful established herbs at Whole Foods.  For $2.49 each, I got some basil, thyme, oregano, and rosemary.  I also picked up a Rutgers heirloom tomato and some purple coneflower (Echinacea) at Home Depot.

While mom and dad were here, the temperature was brutal.  The day they left it was 108 degrees.  The sun was taking a toll on the plants with the basil leaves and thyme beginning to burn.  Since I didn’t want my herbs to go all Jersey Shore on me and bake like Snooki, something had to be done. We bought some soft plastic screen in a roll and dad chopped down some bamboo to make this awesome little shelter.  So far, the plants are thriving and haven’t burned at all.  I am so excited to make Caprese salad and pesto!

The little house finches in my hanging basket left the nest yesterday.  It was so heartwarming to look out the front door and see four little finches sitting all over the basket.  They flew back and forth from the plum tree to the basket, and by the time I got home from work they were gone.  I am so happy they all made it and can’t wait to see if any of the little ones return to build their own precarious little nest.