{"id":7657,"date":"2019-04-02T19:13:45","date_gmt":"2019-04-02T19:13:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.burnedatthesteak.com\/blog\/?p=7657"},"modified":"2019-04-02T22:29:44","modified_gmt":"2019-04-02T22:29:44","slug":"living-room-do-over","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.burnedatthesteak.com\/blog\/2019\/04\/02\/living-room-do-over\/","title":{"rendered":"Living Room Do Over"},"content":{"rendered":"

As many of you know, there are aspects of this house that we live in that would make one think you had actually stepped into a slide out in an RV whilst in our living room.\u00a0 A slide out in an RV from the eighties, perhaps.\u00a0 Many friends have asked if this house was actually a mobile home.\u00a0 Even I asked that when I moved here.\u00a0 We just chuckle and say no.\u00a0 But someone worked really hard to give it that trailer park feel of despair.<\/p>\n

Because it did have that mobile home feel to it.\u00a0 Maybe it was that doctor office faux dropped ceiling.\u00a0 Or maybe it’s the indecisive mismatched wall paneling slathered all over perfectly fine walls, dripping in gobs of also mismatched wood trim pieces.\u00a0 Someone actually made lights out of soda cans.\u00a0 I’m not kidding.\u00a0 Don’t even get me started on the drapes of doom….completely covered in giant roses of mauve and teal from some hospice somewhere back in 1981.\u00a0 That was all topped off with some really old, really dark, really decrepid bachelor furniture.\u00a0 What there was of it.\u00a0 You see what I have to deal with?<\/p>\n

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In the past three years, I’ve been tackling it a little bit at a time.\u00a0 I started with the furniture.\u00a0 Rather than buying new, I’ve redone some of the existing pieces.\u00a0 For now.\u00a0 I prefer vintage furniture myself, so I’ve been procurring a piece here and a piece there.\u00a0 During snowpocalypse, there was literally nothing to do, so I ripped down the hospice ceiling and the drapes of death.<\/p>\n

The big reveal was that there was a perfectly fine ceiling behind the hospital panels.\u00a0 A quick asbestos test at a lab revealed we weren’t going to die.\u00a0 The next step is tongue and groove pine planks for the ceiling and then I can focus on the walls next.\u00a0 For the life of me, I can’t imagine why anyone would slap mismatched wallboard on perfectly fine walls.\u00a0 Maybe they were bored.<\/p>\n

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Elizabeth took on the challenge of me and my horrid drapes.\u00a0 And my horrid attitude to match.\u00a0 I do not come from the land of drapes.\u00a0 I come from the land of vertical blinds and shutters.\u00a0 I know nothing about drapes.\u00a0 I don’t even like drapes.\u00a0 Or curtains.\u00a0 It’s hard to get excited about installing something you don’t like in the first place.\u00a0 But Elizabeth was patient.\u00a0 At times she was curt, but patient nonetheless.<\/p>\n

No, I do not want that rod.\u00a0 Why does the rod need to be placed there when I want it here?!\u00a0 I don’t like the ring thingies.\u00a0 Or the clip thingies.\u00a0 Drapes have all this lingo that I don’t understand nor want to learn.\u00a0 Elizabeth dragged me through it kicking and screaming.\u00a0 Oh the patience that woman displayed.\u00a0 Thank goodness for the wine.\u00a0 I think we learned something about each other through that experience.\u00a0 I learned of her tremendous patience and she learned that I sometimes need to find out for myself rather than take someone’s word for it.\u00a0 Some would call me difficult.\u00a0 Ha!<\/p>\n

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Last week, I stumbled upon what I call the pineapple couch while tooling around with Amanda to all the antique shops downtown.\u00a0 Of course I snagged it!\u00a0 I even found an additional set of china that is the exact same set as my mother’s wedding china.\u00a0 I snagged that, too.\u00a0 Both were insanely cheap.\u00a0 The old bachelor couch went to one of my step daughters and the pineapple couch moved in.\u00a0 With Elizabeth’s drapes behind it and the hospice trailer park feel gone, the room is shaping up and starting to feel more like me.\u00a0 Yes, I know there is a blanket on the seat cushions.\u00a0 Hubs made fun of me.\u00a0 But we have small sticky people and a cat that gets pukey.\u00a0 So we have to suffer the blanket covered seat cushions.\u00a0 We’ll all get over it.<\/p>\n

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Elizabeth was gifted some pink chairs that she passed onto me and I jammed a sixties era coffee table I found in between them.\u00a0 Now me and the girls can actually hang out in the living room instead of being forced to socialize at that battered kitchen table with the hard and uncomfortable bistro chairs I hate.\u00a0 I love the light and airy feel it has now.\u00a0 Can you tell I love throw pillows and blankets?\u00a0 And look at those fabulous pussy willows from Elizabeth’s garden!\u00a0 Amanda and I each got a giant bunch.\u00a0 Thanks Elizabeth!<\/p>\n

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You can see influences from several of my girlfriends.\u00a0 There’s a throw blanket and a picnic basket from Jessie.\u00a0 Books, candles, and poetry from Amanda.\u00a0 Pillows, pussy willows, drapes, and a garland from Elizabeth….and the pink chairs!\u00a0 There’s several pieces of furniture that Kelly made over for me…the big coffee table, the armoire where I house all the towels and sheets, and the side table.\u00a0 There’s several decor items I scored on outings with Pam.\u00a0 There’s still so much work to do.\u00a0 I’m just chugging along.\u00a0 Speaking of chugging…is it time for wine yet?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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