Showing posts with label The Jungle House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Jungle House. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Pool, Anyone?


The Herdsman bought The Farmer a book for Father's Day last week.


I have a feeling The Herdsman is going to be a reader, as this was The Farmer's birthday present last month:


But since The Hredsman loves The Farmer so much he received another present...new pool cues!


Because, yes, we have a pool room/man cave.


What? This doesn't look like a pool room? 

It is! 

Two years ago.

But after a winter of more construction - aka Phase Two of our massive overhaul of The Jungle House - we have a new pool room, changing room, garage, and hobby room in the space that is our garage/shop outbuilding. Oh, and a new living room - though that is not in the garage (phew!).

When we originally looked at The Jungle House the garage had three shop spaces in addition to the garage bays. One of the previous owners was a cabinet maker and so the space was large. And yes, I said three shops.

The shop space above was directly behind the main garage bays and closest to the house. You'll notice the open door in the above photo; the blue siding is the house as seen through the breezeway.

We decided to turn this space into the pool room and changing room (more on that later) because The Jungle House came with this:


And while we loved the space (sans the chandelier that I think was stolen from a 1970s pizza parlor), we wanted to use it for our living room. And a living room with a pool table in the middle of it? That looks like this:


That set-up wasn't going to last too long (though in our case it did last one month shy of two years).

So we marked out the shop space...


Framed out the new walls...


Added a set of French doors to the back yard (thank you to my aunt and uncle for donating to this cause!)...




And then we stopped.

For a year. We had other things to do.

Consider that Phase One Point Five...leading up to Phase Two this winter.

And Phase Two was important as I wanted a living room before The Herdsman (previously known as Plus One) arrived. Few people women want a living room that looks like this:


But to get that dang pool table out of my living room, we had to create a place to put that pool table. 

So an extra door was closed off.


Insulation and plywood were added to the framed-in wall between the new pool room and changing room.



The ceiling was dropped, lights were added.


And everything got a coat of paint.



OK, a couple coats of paint.


And then, after flooring was laid, it was moving day!

We had to go through these doors...


Down two steps and down the "back porch"...





And voila! I have a living room! (Don't worry...the carpet was removed too...)


And the pool table has a new home!


And The Farmer has a place to play! Or build cabinets and store tools, in this case...


And hold The Herdsman, it seems...


He'll learn later you aren't supposed to sit on the table. We let it pass this one time.








Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Gnome Did It


The Farmer loves surprises. He often comments that he can't wait until I leave again on a trip so he can do more projects. While I know I'm helpful...I'm good at holding things and handing him tools...and we work well together, there's something The Farmer finds gleefully exciting about surprising me when I come home.

Hey, this girl ain't gonna complain.  

So last week when I was in Portland for the afternoon and got a text adding "dry erase markers" to my shopping list, I figured something was up. 

It was.

I came home to this...


And this...


And this...

And this...


Gotta love The Farmer.

And not just because he hung all these items in my pantry and laundry room. I mean, there is this too

I then promptly broke open my newly purchased dry erase markers and left him a note showing my appreciation.


I also needed him to do one teensy tiny more thing...


Of course, The Farmer has denied involvement in any of these projects. So I blamed Carl, the imaginary boyfriend of our imaginary maid, FiFi. Oh, have I not told you about her? Yes, she is a real imaginary maid.

But, no, Carl wasn't to blame, said The Farmer.

Instead he blamed The Gnome.


Sounds good to me. I'll blame anyone The Farmer wishes if only to have The Gnome complete more projects while I have a leisurely lunch with a friend in the Big City. 

The Gnome did it. In the laundry room. With the drill.





Sunday, June 30, 2013

Blueberries for The Farmer


Do you remember the book Blueberries for Sal? It's one of the classics, and as a librarian's daughter it was a must-read in my family. While set in Maine, the book reminds me of the Pacific Northwest in the summer...also known as berry season. I don't think I truly realized how much berries were a PNW "thing" until I moved out of the area.

But while berries are a mainstay around here, most people rely on the farmers to grow them. Sans blackberries - which are wild - I suspect more buy their berries at the local grocery store or roadside stand. Growing up we had times with strawberries and raspberries in our front yard, but most of the time fresh berries meant pulling over to the side of the road and buying a cute little basket of juicy deliciousness.

When we bought the Jungle House we knew we had some fruit trees and grape vines in the yard.

March 2012

We had no clue what fruit the trees would bear or even if they were viable. After being uninhabited for close to two years, and being a rental for three years before then we knew a bit of TLC was in order.

Of course, part of the definition of "TLC" was completely ripping out the grape vines last spring.

April 2012



They took over part of the front lawn and lined the driveway. We weren't exactly sure if the driveway fence was holding up the vines, or vice versa.


In either case, they had to go...

But did you notice those bushes at the end of the driveway fence?

Yeah, we missed them at first too.

April 2013
But when you took away the fence they made their presence known. One of our neighbors, a Master Gardener, told us they were blueberries and gave us some fertilizer to hopefully revitalize them.

Honestly, we had little hope for their survival, let alone fruit-bearing. 

But guess what we have lining our driveway this year?




An abundance of berries!

They obviously are still quite green but a few have started to turn shades of purple. The Farmer is dreaming of blueberry pancakes.

Unfortunately not all the bushes made it...


But one bush out of a dozen ain't bad odds!

Now if we can just keep the birds out of them we'll invite you over for blueberry pancakes.




Saturday, June 8, 2013

The Ultimate Ikea Hack


Welcome to our old front door. Yes, this is the one that we didn't have any keys for. Yes, this is the door that wasn't anywhere near the living space. Yes, this was the door no one used.



But for the past six-plus months it looked like this...


Or, in reality, it looked like this...



Not quite my dream closet. 

But in our defense we had other things going on.

A first-year anniversary party.
A septic tank that came out of its hole in the yard.
A laundry room.
A deck.
A changing room.

And perhaps most importantly...

Rain. Lots and lots of rain.

It seemed like everytime we had a free afternoon to drive into Portland to visit a certain Swedish store it rained. And while us PNW'ers don't melt in the rain, cardboard boxes in the back of your truck for the 90 minute drive back to the Island do. It came to be somewhat of an inside joke, this Sweden vs rain battle. And rain won all winter and spring.

Until now.

Of course, at first it seemed like Sweden was winning...


Success! The first step to a closet. It doesn't seem like much, but after eight months this is a major accomplishment.

Hello, corner unit base!


I worried a bit that these were all the unused parts. Really? But The Farmer assured me they were all for the doors, and we weren't installing doors.

OK.


But we kept them anyways. Just in case.

Now at this point I had the very important job of holding the top of the closet unit while The Farmer got the side piece into the closet and into place. But, of course, he thought it quite funny that I was stuck there holding this piece above my head. So he stopped to take a photo...and declare he needed a break.


I'm still smiling, but I might have yelled at him to hurry up at this point. 

I think he is getting me back for all those photos I take of him. But really?!%!$!$!?? My arms hurt. 


I forgave him because this is usually what I got to look at during the installation. 



It's kinda cute, his backside.

(I'm soooo in trouble right about now...)

While staring at his backside, I also had the very important task of sticker removal. Really, Sweden? You had to put these stickers on every piece?


Yes, don't let the closet fall on you. This is bad. (*public service announcement, courtesy of Sweden)



Hey! It's starting to look like a closet!


And hey! There's that cute Farmer backside again! (Couldn't help myself...)


Of course we had to test out our construction skills with a few items. And I promise we have more clothes that this.




See?


Now this is the ultimate Ikea hack! (and yes, I realize a hack technically is turning an item into something else, but hey...a front door to a closet...I think that counts!)