Monday, 20 June 2016

Slacking with my posts, but look! A pretty thing!

I've been horrible lately for writing a new blog post. I know, I know... I'm totally the worst.

But there was one project I did recently that I definitely wanted to share with my hordes of readers (all three of you)!

If you recall, a while ago I fixed up some cast iron urns with the main intent of making my front entrance look fresh, pretty, and like the people who lived there cared somewhat.

B-e-a-utiful!

What I wanted to do next was paint the front door a nice, bright, new colour. Nothing says "I LIKE LIVING HERE" than a beautifully painted front door. Or so I hear...

Thursday, 9 June 2016

"Making improvements" is too loosely defined...

Last year a duplex came on the market just down the road from our apartment. Real estate nerd that I am, I have always kept an eye on new listings, even though I knew we weren't ready to buy a house. The market in Hespeler last year was pretty normal so there was no crazy rush and eventually, the listing expired without being sold. 

2015 Listing View

The "For Sale" sign came down and I thought nothing of it. Until the sign popped back up a few weeks ago. While we'd rather not go the landlord route, Jake and I understand that our options are incredibly limited and we really might not have much choice. At first I was in sticker shock over the dramatic rise in price when comparing to what it was listed for a year ago. It went up by $53,000!

Friday, 3 June 2016

Surprising even myself - Cast Iron Urns Revealed!

Most people who know me would likely describe me as a rather lazy creature. And to be honest, I will be the first one to agree with them. But after the excitement of finding a pair of cast iron urns for such a good price I decided to ride the wave of euphoria and get them cleaned up and painted as soon as possible.

It was too late to start by the time we got home from picking them up, so I set my mind upon working on them the next evening. All day at work I was antsy and giddy at the prospect of finally having a front entrance that looked "pretty". I told everyone I thought might care at all about my find and how I planned to spruce them up (no one cared quite as much as I did, and I could definitely tell they all thought I was crazy for the level of my excitement). 

Finally the work day ended and I raced home to change. I got all of my things together and then asked Jake to bring out the urns for me. I was then informed that I'd need to wait for him to finish cutting the grass first. There may have been some misguided phrases to have come out of me but there was nothing to be done for it, the grass was in need of a trim. 

My weapons of choice