Basement Chronicles
Monday, November 6
45 degrees
Cloudy and foggy
There's nothing I like better than a big project. The bigger and bad-ass the better. On a slow weekend, I've been known to break out the Wonderbar and start to take out a wall. The basement of MadgeWorld has been festering for around thirteen years. The scary basement. Lots of room we never used. It was {briefly} Stinky's bedroom. As the only right-handed child he was relegated to the lower level. Later it became a low-rent fitness center. And a catch-all for the detrius that comes with children moving up and out.
One day The Mister was inspired to tear down the old acoustical tile ceiling. Out with the old. Then, wait two years to bring in the new! See that little hint of a nauseating yellow ceiling?
Here's the Stephen King fireplace that regularly disgorged bats, both dead and alive. Yes, we let it fester for thirteen years. And finally we made our move.
Like the bare bulb look? Very shanty Irish. Radiators mounted in the middle of the wall? Yup, they've gotta be higher than the boiler or the hot water won't circulate. Just a little HVAC factoid brought to you by Al's Master Plumbing.
Finally, now that the kids are all gone, let's fix up the rumpus room. New ceiling, crown molding, bookshelves built to hide radiators. Add a wooden mantle to the fireplace. The cleaning products in the hearth are a nice touch, don't you think?
Paint over the dreary institutional yellow. Bring on the China Blue, Toasted Sesame Seed, Dark Raspberry, and Ripe Pear. Yummy. Thank-you Benjamin Moore! Soon, the pile of Works-In-Progress will migrate to the lower level. And if I can ever afford the carpeting it's one more project to cross off the list. I envision many Ladies Aid meetings and Stitch 'n Bitch gatherings this winter.
Like it?
Anxiously awaiting: the end of political advertising, phone messages and flyers in my door.
This is MadgeWorld and we approve this post.
45 degrees
Cloudy and foggy
There's nothing I like better than a big project. The bigger and bad-ass the better. On a slow weekend, I've been known to break out the Wonderbar and start to take out a wall. The basement of MadgeWorld has been festering for around thirteen years. The scary basement. Lots of room we never used. It was {briefly} Stinky's bedroom. As the only right-handed child he was relegated to the lower level. Later it became a low-rent fitness center. And a catch-all for the detrius that comes with children moving up and out.
One day The Mister was inspired to tear down the old acoustical tile ceiling. Out with the old. Then, wait two years to bring in the new! See that little hint of a nauseating yellow ceiling?
Here's the Stephen King fireplace that regularly disgorged bats, both dead and alive. Yes, we let it fester for thirteen years. And finally we made our move.
Like the bare bulb look? Very shanty Irish. Radiators mounted in the middle of the wall? Yup, they've gotta be higher than the boiler or the hot water won't circulate. Just a little HVAC factoid brought to you by Al's Master Plumbing.
Finally, now that the kids are all gone, let's fix up the rumpus room. New ceiling, crown molding, bookshelves built to hide radiators. Add a wooden mantle to the fireplace. The cleaning products in the hearth are a nice touch, don't you think?
Paint over the dreary institutional yellow. Bring on the China Blue, Toasted Sesame Seed, Dark Raspberry, and Ripe Pear. Yummy. Thank-you Benjamin Moore! Soon, the pile of Works-In-Progress will migrate to the lower level. And if I can ever afford the carpeting it's one more project to cross off the list. I envision many Ladies Aid meetings and Stitch 'n Bitch gatherings this winter.
Like it?
Anxiously awaiting: the end of political advertising, phone messages and flyers in my door.
This is MadgeWorld and we approve this post.
posted by MadgeMc at 8:27 PM
4 Comments:
Very impressive. And that must be some cleavage if your WonderBra can take out a whole wall. Wow!
Is it bad that Jill already has remodeling plans for when our big boys leave? In fact, I actually wouldn't be too surprised if she decided not to even wait that long and just went ahead with her grand plan to turn the boys' attic bedrooms into a library at some point in the next year or two. A basement couch should suffice for the kids.
Eric, that's a WonderBAR. Get your mind out of the gutter and into Home Depot. If you don't have one in your workshop you need one. busting out walls is an excellent stress reliever. And it does build up those pecs which MAY result in needing a larger Wonderbra. Have Jill call me if she needs some help. I'll bring my own Wonderbar.
Seriously, Mom. I could have used this basement back in high school. Instead, I was forced to make out on the couch where you could (and did) walk in. Curse you.
As if I don't get enough design on a dime, flip this basement, hgtv, tlc, and while you were out when i get home each night i have to read it here!
Looks great.
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