Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Master Bath Beauty

 "Only look back to see how far you've come."

photo credit: garryknight A Path Through Abbey Woods via photopin (license) 

       If there is one room I've waited the longest to  be done, it's our master bathroom.  When I look back, I can appreciate how far we've come with remodeling our 1897 farmhouse.  The master bathroom is so close to being done,  I couldn't wait to show you how beautiful it turned out. 

      In the original house this little room was used as a bedroom.  It was the only one on the first floor with a tiny little closet.  We wanted our master bedroom to be on the first floor, so we turned this little room into our master bathroom and one of the two living rooms into our bedroom.  

 
      This was the closet!  The only thing saved from the room and closet was the sweet overhead light.   I had it rewired and you will see it below in our new bathroom.  

       But before beauty, there was the beast.  Bill worked on and off again on this beast for over a year.   He would work on her and then get pulled away to work on another area of our farmhouse and since he also works as a fireman, the master bathroom seemed to take forever.  But he truly made her into a beauty with some help from a few others.  Here are the before  pictures:



       Her walls and floor were all  torn down and because of some rot she was even exposed to the weather  while Bill built her back up.  Doors and one window were removed to open her up to a completely new floor plan.




New insulation and walls going up for a bigger closet and a huge shower.   We wanted everything done on the first floor to be handicap assessable for any future guests or ourselves to use if needed in the future.   All door openings were made a minimum of 36" wide.
                       Shiplap and vanities are moving in.


        And now we present the beauty . . .


Notice the  overhead light that came from the original closet?





        Shower floor tile and hardwood floor looking tile.

My inspiration for our master bedroom and bathroom is the beach, which is my favorite place to be, especially with my sisters who I don't get to see very often.

My sisters, Kris, on the left and Beth on the right at Dauphin Island, Alabama. 



I added color to the room with the shower curtain (which is actually a window curtain), and rugs that  match the quilt covering our bed.  


        So what is missing from this beautiful bathroom?   A few towel bars, some decorations, a barn door that will  serve as our closet door and most importantly us!  We are starting to move things into our farmhouse.  Our big move is coming soon!  


   
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Metal vanity mirrors are from Ballard Design.
Vanity Lights are from Lowes.
Rugs from Target.
 Concrete Countertops done by: 2Dogs Custom Artisan Concrete, Wichita, KS  http://www.2dogsdesigns.com/#gallery


Friday, April 28, 2017

when plan "A" doesn't work

       If there is one truth I'm learning in this whole remodeling process it's this:  Nothing goes as planned.    But after two years I am learning to accept these bumps in the road and not let them tweak me out as much.
   

      For example, last Saturday was move day for my son Alex who has been living in the upstairs  of the farmhouse.  We were trying  to get the loft apartment above the garage done so we could move him in there (Plan A), . . . but it was not ready.  The hardwood floors in  the house were going to be sanded and stained on Monday so all his belongings had to be moved to the basement or sun porch (Plan B).


        Then we realized  the hardwood floors already put down in the dining room area were wet because of a leak coming through the french doors when it rained. Those planks got ripped out and a storm door was installed that will hopefully take care of the problem, but   


we have to wait for another good rain to be sure.  Then  the hardwood floors in the living room, kitchen and dining room (Plan C) will be completed.  
     
         The good news is  the farmhouse upstairs floors and the master bedroom floor were stained and we love how they turned out.

        The apartment above the garage (which we call "The Loft" because it sounds so cool), has seen lots of progress.  From the first cabinet being hung  . . .


to this beautiful kitchen. . .

       Only a little bit more to finish and Alex will finally have a kitchen.
      Close up of our kitchen backsplash tile.


       All the flooring has been put down in the main room and bedrooms and almost all the painting done except some trim work.



        Bedrooms are carpeted and the bathroom is almost done and will be revealed in my next post.

       The last exciting event that happened this past week was digging a new well.  This was desperately needed for several reasons.  One was because of the location of the well which was right next to a road that goes past the barn to our back acreage.  Both my husband and I have each hit the well cap with our vehicle or the tractor and our plumber said if it was hit one more time we would lose the well completely.   
So here is the new well being dug just yards away from the old one.  We hit water at 55 feet and have 150-200 gallons per minute!  I don't think we are going to have any trouble filling up our pool or

taking long showers.  And here is what it looked like after they were done.  The white pvc pipe sticking up is the new well.  The old well pipe top was blown as high as the barn roof because of a pressure build up.  I missed that excitement though.  
       
So glad we didn't take our lab out with us that day!

Friday, April 14, 2017

risk or retreat?


       The medic waits at the top of a high ridge. His fellow soldiers have already scrambled down a long rope wall cliff on the island of Okinawa. The American officers had called for a retreat as the Japanese charge them with overwhelming numbers. But despite the fear and chaos, he stops before going down to safety and asks the question, “What do You want me to do?” 

        From out of the darkness and thick smoke he hears a voice cry out “medic,” and Desmond Doss decides to not retreat but go find a man afraid, in pain, and hoping someone will come to his aid. Desmond searches for him despite the danger  around him and being all alone. He drags the injured man to the ridge, ties a rope around him and lowers him down to the safe arms of men who will take him onto the hospital. But instead of going down the rope ladder himself, he again pauses at the ridge and prays “give me one more,” and heads back out into danger.

       I won't tell you how many men Desmond Doss rescues by himself, but I will tell you he becomes the first man in American history to receive the Medal of Honor without firing a shot. His religious beliefs won't allow him to kill, but he still wishes to serve his country. The men in his unit disrespect, mock and even beat him up, but many will owe their life to him after their first battle. The movie “Hacksaw Ridge” is the inspiring story of this brave man and I would highly recommend it even though it is extremely violent and hard to watch.

       Every time Desmond got back to the ridge, I wanted to shout at him, “Go down the wall. Get to safety,” but he didn't. He just prayed, “Give me one more,” and headed out into the darkness and danger of the battlefield. He trusted God to help him and put his life in God's hands.

       I couldn't help but think of the spiritual metaphors of this scene. How easy it is to stay where it is safe, to retreat, to go where everyone else is going. How hard it is to truly live out our convictions, our beliefs, and to trust God with our lives. Do we even take the moment in the midst of our busy lives, our fears, our chaos, to ask God, “What do you want me to do”? Are we willing to risk, to hurt, to bleed for others?

       I also saw a picture of Christ in Desmond Doss. Both were willing to face  darkness and death to rescue those who could not help themselves. I was that man lying on the battlefield with both his legs blown off, helpless and alone.  Then Jesus comes to me through the hands of Desmond and puts tourniquets on both legs and carries me to the cliff and tells the men to lower me down.  But they don't.  They leave me on the top of the cliff to die.  

        But Jesus  sees the abandoned and hopeless me lying there and straps me to his own body and caries me down the wall.  He saves my life.  He values me when all others see none.  Desmond was the hands of Jesus to that man and many others. We are the hands of Jesus to those He puts in our lives.  To love means to serve, to risk hurt,  to give our life for others,  piercing the darkness with God's hope and love.

        As I remember this Holy Week and what Christ did for me, I am so grateful. He did not leave me on the battlefield of life suffering and alone, but gave His all to bring me to safety.

       Christ left the ninety-nine sheep to search for me.  
       “His name is Compassion and He will not break us, but will break Himself for us." (From “The Broken Way” by Ann Voskamp)




Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A Kansas beach

There.
I just took you to the beach for your birthday.

You're welcome!
    🌴🌴🌴

This was a favorite birthday card that I received recently. 

     The beach is my favorite place to vacation but if you know your geography, the ocean is a long drive or airplane ride away when you live in Kansas. 

       Last summer when we were at the farmhouse working on the land in 90+ degree weather with sweat dripping down our faces, I made the comment to my husband, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a pool to jump in right now?"  He thought about it for a moment and then said, "That's it!  We're getting a pool!"  Timing is everything ladies. 

         I wish I could say I planned those words for just the right moment, but I didn't.  Kansas feels like a desert from May to September, so a pool is a great option for summer relief.  So our last big project has been started.    Let the digging begin. . .





       And naturally once you start digging a pool it has to start raining and raining and raining.💧


     Our Saturdays are usually spent out at the farmhouse doing some kind of work.  We were planning to put corrugated tin behind our wood burning stoves, and I was just getting ready to spray paint it to look old when I heard my son aAlex yell my name from the barn.  He discovered a supply of old tin in the barn which Dave is washing off below. This type of old rusted tin sells for $6 a sq. foot and I was thrilled that he found it.
















       I have been working on sanding and white-washing old shiplap boards that were saved from the kitchen demo to be used for a range hood over my cooktop.  The left board (below) shows what I started with and the right is the final look.  





       I've realized that part of the reason I love this old house and didn't want to tear it down and start over is because I love history.  Even re-using these old boards instead of throwing them in a burn pile gives me satisfaction.  I love the color and texture and history they hold.  Here is a picture of the look I'm going for on the range hood.



        I found out from our contractor that a neighbor stopped by to look at the work on our farmhouse and told him that two brothers bought a house and split it in two and 1/2 of that house was added onto our original 1897 farmhouse.  The other half is about two miles away attached to another house. So our house move to redo the foundation was not the first time this property had a house moved on it.  

      Other work going on includes dry wall getting mudded and taped in the loft and garage.




















      

         Built in shelves have been made for the living area and the closets in the loft,  trying to maximize every space we can.



And I have shiplap in my farmhouse kitchen! 🔨




























       Our  farm hands hard at work.  They enjoy this lazy front porch and the view.  
       If the beach is my happy place, the farm is our yellow lab, Latte's favorite place.  He loves being a country dog.  

Sunday, March 12, 2017

spring fever

       Spring is busting out all over here in Wichita, Kansas.  My Redbud tree is starting to bloom.     But I remember last year when this happened.....  


      The first week of March was  a time of clearing out all the dead branches and trees   because Grandpa came to visit and wanted to work at the farm.  Together, father and son made at least 8 piles of wood as high as the one you see here.  Thanks, Grandpa!

       
       The additional siding arrived and our front dormers are done and the back ones should be completed soon. 





       Remember what we started with?  The picture below shows the house move done two years ago this month.

      It helps to remember just how far we've come.  

       If you ignore the toilet and tub sitting in the front yard,  it is looking pretty good.


        The HVAC unit has been installed for the loft above the garage and more drywall  hung.  Where our little buddy sits is the doorway down to the garage. 















              And the most exciting thing that happened this past week was the hardwood floors were put down in the master bedroom, living room, and kitchen/dining room areas.




























       
       This picture is taken from the living room looking back into the kitchen area.  The floors won't be stained until all the walls are painted and the kitchen cabinets are installed. 

      Do you remember the huge pocket doors between the living room and master bedroom that I wrote about months ago?  How I was going to remove all the paint and stain them?  Well, I did try . . .  

      Here is what one side  looked like after eight hours of my effort.  You can just start to see the beautiful wood under all those layers of paint.   

        And here they are now!  Pretty fabulous for doors over 100 years old.

      I can only take credit for the sanding and staining of these old doors.  I gave up trying to strip them and hired a professional.  I love them!  They were so worth saving. We are nearing the finish line!


 
       "By perseverance the snail reached the ark."
                                         - Charles Spurgeon

(photo by Vyacheslav Mishchenko)