Monday, March 30, 2020

Bathroom Remodel

Ya'll never would've guessed I would blog about something like this!

Well, we are currently quarantined and I need projects to keep my mind from going dark so I decided to spruce up our downstairs bathroom. This is the only bathroom that guests use, and it is also my 15 year old son's bathroom. It's always just looked a bit grungy, no matter how much we clean it.



The walls were a browny purple, which I didn't even know existed. It had one of those old sliding clouded doors, that had mildew all the way around the metal that I couldn't get to. The first step was to get the shower door off.

I cannot tell a lie, this is the only part I had Mat help with.




The bathroom also had all the chrome (why is everything chrome!? Thx Tik TOk)

I gave myself a budget of $125 and figured out everything I could do with that budget.

My number one goal was to paint the walls. I figured I could do with just a quart of primer and a quart of paint, because the bathroom is so small. I also needed a quart of white paint for the wooden lower half of the wall. (I'm sure there's a word for it, but I don't think it's shiplap)

I removed all of the fixtures first, Some of them had screws/anchors that couldn't be removed, so I just added extra spackle (here) ($3)  on top of those, and then blended it in to the rest of the wall and then sanded them down with 120 grit with my hand sander. Some of the anchors still shown through the spackle, so I added additional layers until they blended in with the wall.  I bought a huge pack of different grit sandpaper for my hand sander, because I needed multiple grits and they were about $7 a pack for each grit from Lowes. This is what I ended up getting and it worked for all my sanding needs and was super cheap! ($16)






I had originally wanted to also paint the countertops, and possibly the shower, but the kit needed to do so was $70 and had such mixed reviews that I was leery of it. Also, I realized I could get an entire new vanity with a new countertop for around $100, so it didn't seem worth the effort.

After I taped everything off using painters tape, I painted the bottom part of the wall and the vanity  with  the primer (here)($10) , let it dry for almost an hour, then painted it with a quart of valspar professional interior pure white in eggshell that I got from Lowes (here) $14 ( I did an online pick up order). I wanted most of the bathroom to not be shiny, but I thought if the walls were matte and the floors were matte, a little sheen on the half wall and vanity would be a nice contrast. I didn't get a good before pic, but the lower part of the wall and the vanity were a really yellowy cream color before.

I then primed the upper wall with one coat of the same primer, followed by 2 coats of the same Valspar Ultra but this time with a flat sheen and the color Salamander (Benjamin Moore 2050-10). I barely had enough to scrape by, so you might want to err on the side of caution and get a gallon. My bathroom is super tiny, but the walls go pretty high.



While coats were drying, I worked on the fixtures that I could remove.


I didn't get any before pics of the towel hanger, light switch plate, or toilet paper holder, but just imagine chromeness galore.

I first sanded all of them by hand (they were too small and weird to use my hand sander) using 60 grit and then 120 grit. 

Then I chose a place outside that was protected by the wind, used a mask and gloves, and sprayed them with an automobile primer (here) $4, let them dry and flipped them over and did another coat of the primer. This is a gray primer since I was planning on painting them a dark brownish color- if you're going lighter, you might want to use a white primer. 

I gave them a few hours to dry outside (I placed them in a box so they wouldn't get leaves, etc blown on them) and then got to work spraying them with this AMAZING spray paint. I cannot tell you enough how much I love this. It has so many tiny specks of metallic in it that it truly looks like it was never painted. It's so perfect. ($5) - You want to stay back by about 10-12 inches to make sure you have a nice smooth spray and no drippage. It's worth it to have to do a few layers if you must. I only had to do one layer, then flipped over and did one more layer. They're beautiful! 



This was the end of day 1- I wanted to make sure everything was nice and dry before I started on the floor. 

Day 2, I had Mat put all the fixtures back on and hang up my shelves.  (He is picky about how things are hung, so I had to let him have his moment). 

I then taped off and did a major drop cloth taping job on the light fixture and the faucet to prepare them for the same treatment the removable fixtures got on day 1. 

I started by taping all around the fixtures with just painters tape, then made myself a little tent around each one. I knew from reading all these self help blogs that the spray will go everywhere no matter how hard you try to contain it, and with my bathroom being tiny I didn't want to risk ruining anything I had just worked so hard on. 

Fixtures before: 




After once again taping,  sanding, priming, and spraying.





After: 




It doesn't even look like they were sprayed! I am obsessed with them. *Don't use the water for a few days so you know it's 100% cured, I even spray painted the drain so I wanted to be super careful of this*

My original plan was to do something cute with the existing mirror but I just could not make it work. I didn't like the fixtures of how it stuck out and I tried different ways to frame it but just couldn't make it cute. I eventually caved and bought an oval mirror from Target which was my biggest splurge and took me over budget: $49 


I also removed the cloudy glass bulb shades and just used pretty Edison light bulbs that I got on Amazon $15 (I called them Einstein light bulbs for 3 days before my friends lovingly corrected me without making fun of me) 



Okay- at the end of  Day 2, I was finally ready to prime the floor. I did the floor very last because I knew that once it was done, it would have to dry for about a week to be fully cured and usable and I didn't want any sawdust or paint spray residue on the floor after I started. So I fully scrubbed the bathroom before I started on the floor. I bleached and cleaned and scrubbed the shower, the toilet, the sink, etc. 

Then I got to work on the floor. I first swept it, then vaccumed it at max suction (my vaccuum has this option, but it only has enough battery life for like 6 minutes so I use it sparingly) then mopped it with a mild cleanser. 

I then sanded the absolute shit out of it. Mat was worried about the dust getting into the air, so he hung a sheet over the door (we had removed the door while I working on it), and I wore a mask. I also had the catcher thing on my hand sander so I could hopefully limit what was flying into the air. 

I used 60 grit for all tiles where there was nasty stuff built up, then 80 grit. Then I did the entire floor harshly (like, I went to town for a while) with a 150 grit, and then finished with a light and quick 220 grit. 

Then I swept, vacuumed, and mopped and again. 

Once it was dry, I used this stuff $7. I really don't know what it's for or what it does, but everywhere I looked recommended using it or something like it before painting floors. 

Once it was dry, I primed the floor using a good primer. I did research on what primer would help paint stick to a typically smooth and difficult to paint surface and this $15 is the one that kept coming up. It was more expensive than the rest, but I figured when reading reviews it was worth it. I rolled it on with a 4 inch foam roller. This was important since a lot of blogs said to avoid the nap rollers because of the now gritty floor and the type of paint we were using. I only used foam rollers for the floor.

That was the end of Day 2- since it was a Sunday, I knew I wouldn't have a chance to work on it until the following weekend so I set up a fan to get rid of the fumes and to make sure it was super dry! 




Over the week, I started to look at the primed floor and thought that maybe I should just paint it white and forget about the stenciled floor. It looked so good already, even with just the primer. But my friends talked me into sticking with my original vision and because I'm stuck in this house anyway, I decided to go with it. 

On Day 3, which was a Friday night, I swept and vacuumed the floors once again, and then used a wet cloth to make sure I didn't miss anything. Once it was dry, I applied the first coat of white paint, using a paint brush for the grout lines and then rolling it out over the tiles with my 4 inch foam roller. I used Valspar Porch Floor and Patio paint in white $19. It smelled like straight up gasoline, so I used a mask and had the windows open and fan blowing nearby. 

My strategy was to kneel in the shower and do half the floor, then hop over the painted part and land outside of the bathroom and then do the other half. 

I was nervous about this paint, some blogs said to let it dry for 24 hours, which would have killed my Day 4 and my goal to finish the bathroom this weekend, but some said it was fine to paint another coat after an hour and just not to walk on it for 24 hours. I chose to wait 3-4 hours and went ahead and did another coat. 

It wasn't fine. I am not sure if I did it too thick in parts or what, but some of the paint from the first coat moved into wrinkles when I put over the second coat.  I was real sad. I finished the second coat with about 3-4 places that had the deep wrinkles and decided I would let it dry overnight and then sand out the wrinkles the next day. I also accidentally stepped on it and had a nice dirty brown footprint and imprint in the still wet paint. *sobs*

When I got up on Saturday and sanded out the wrinkles and the footprint, I went a little too deep and had to go over those areas with another coat of the white paint. I went ahead and went over all of it, to make sure it was even (no wrinkles this time) and then set up a fan and had the windows open. This time I let it dry for 24 hours and didn't come back to it until Sunday morning. I lost a whole day because I was too impatient the first time so make sure you do your research! 

Now I swept, vacuumed, and wiped the floor with a wet cloth once more. I let it dry and got to work on stenciling. 

I purchased this stencil from Etsy $12 and did it first on my full tiles. My tiles are 17 X 17 and I really think this would be a much easier project for smaller tiles. But I made it work. I would recommend using spray adhesive, letting it dry for a few minutes (so it doesn't leave residue on your floor). I didn't have any but all the blogs and videos I watched showed that the stencils would leave much cleaner lines because all the portions of the stencils are stuck to the floor. I didn't want to wait and order some from amazon so I just used painter's tape and it did the job just fine. 

I used my foam rollers and chalk paint. You want to make sure the paint isn't on too thick so that it blobs or runs under the stencil, but also that it's not on too thin which would cause you to push down too much, and you'd have the same problem. My strategy was to get it fully coated, then roll it a few times on a brown paper bag. If you have blank blotches , you don't have enough paint. If you have bubble, drips, or lines, you have too much. I would roll it out a few times on the brown paper bag until it looked uniform and perfect and then get to rolling the floor. This probably wasted paint, but it was what made me most comfortable. 





Once I had all my full tiles done (only 4), I cut my stencil in half. It took some finangling to get it pushed up against the wall and around the toilet, but I just did my best and if I couldn't get the roller in there very well, I would trace the part of the stencil I needed with a black sharpie, and then use a foam brush to paint the inside of the traced area. On the teeny tiny part of the tile you can see right up to the door frame, I basically did free hand. I used a piece of cardboard for my edges, and measured the stencil to make sure my placement was accurate. 

This $7 is the chalk paint I used. I wish I hadn't used acrylic. It just wasn't sturdy enough- my thoughts were that I would be putting a durable top coat on anyway, but I still wish I had used a rustoleum or valspar paint, even if it wasn't chalky looking. My top coat is matte anyway so it wouldn't have looked too shiny. Even after it was dry, my dog ran in and got a dirty paw print on a few of the black diamonds, I couldn't even wipe them off without the paint wrinkling. I ended up having to go over those areas multiple times to make sure it looked uniform. 

Once it was done, I let it dry for just about an hour and got to work on the top coat. 

At this point, I was complaining about my knees so much that Mat bought me some knee pads. I didn't include this in the total because they were a gift! They changed my life for the rest of the day, so I'd 100% recommend you getting these up front. Plus you can use them on so many other things on your upcoming projects! 

This  $15 is what I used for the top coat after researching. I rolled on 5 coats, letting each coat dry for about an hour before rolling on another. This is truly matte! It goes on a milky white and then clears to a beautiful clear matte. It almost looks like there is no top coat! 

It will need to dry for a week before we can walk normally on the floor and get it wet. 

Final touches were the shower curtain $20 and the decor items I already had. 

The shelves I hung, I already owned because they were at my old house and I had yet to find a new place to hang them. But I got them on sale at Michaels last year for $20 a piece. I removed the rope with pliers. 

Total for all: $196 










Ellis wants me to work on her bathroom next, which is a nasty bright blue with crystal knobs. blech. I'll keep you updated!




Friday, February 7, 2020

Maybe Chapter 1






“Mapleshade or Jayfeather?”, I asked my nine year old daughter, Ellis.

“What? Mom, why?” Even through the phone I could hear her rolling her eyes at my attempt to give a shit about her latest book series obsession.

“Well, I thought about ordering you a cake for your birthday with one of your favorite Warrior Cats. Would that be lame?”, I asked in a tone that told her hormones that I came in peace.

“No! Moooooom, I would love it! Just make SURE it is Mapleshade”.

“Mapleshade? Are you sure? Ugh, every picture I found of him he looks like an angry man-cat. Like a cat who writes his mayor every day to complain about the weather or his gas mileage.” I was already distracted and had her on speakerphone while I scrolled through my phone.

“Mom. Mapleshade is a GIRL. Just because she looks like a boy doesn’t mean you should assume genders. Even with cats, it’s really not okay.” Ellis’s voice proudly smirked at me as we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I laughed and immediately thought of Matthew, my older brother by less than a year, who is the wokest person I know. I speedily typed into my phone to him:  “Ellis just told me not to assume genders, even of cats. Your nine year old niece is more woke than both of us. I bet you didn’t think the movement involved cats.”

 I threw my phone down and grabbed Collins, Ellis’s 5 year old sister, to take her to bed. She was going to get an extra-long bedtime tonight, because Adrian, her 15 year old brother, and Ellis were visiting Grandparents in Oklahoma. Since my husband, Mat, was also out of state working, it was just the two of us tonight and that was very rare. With three kids, I normally stumble through the bedtime nagging of the older two to do various hygiene stuff before bed. By the time that fighting is done, Collins just getting out of bed to ask for an extra hug can be my breaking point. But that night, I took my time. I let her tell me stories from her preschool day that were excruciatingly banal. I got my guitar and sang her a few Beatles songs.  She really likes “Blackbird” because a movie she watches has a little boy and his mom who call it their extra special song.

“Yeah! The extra special song!”

She went to bed happy and I closed her door tight. I called Ruthie, my wheaten terrier, to come with me as I settled into my huge bed. I texted my Dad to ask about our Game of Thrones fantasy league. I read some recaps about the first episode, scrolled through social media, ate a few oreos, and finally took my sleeping medicine. As I was drifting off to sleep, I grabbed my phone one more time.

“Matthew didn’t text me back, that’s weird”, I hazily thought as my eyes got heavier.






“Mommy. Mommy.”, I felt an annoyingly gentle brush of a hand against my upper arm.  

“Collins nooooooooo”, I groaned.

Collins had gotten into the habit of getting a hug from Mat in the middle of the night every night. For me, when he was gone, it was like my sleep’s death sentence. With my chronic insomnia, getting woken up in the middle of the night meant I would not be able to go back to sleep and would have to go ahead and start my day.

I tried to resist, I kept my eyes closed and half-patted her, forcing my voice to be kind and something resembling motherly.

But, as most mothers will know, that wouldn’t do. I had to carry her back to bed.

“Can you sing me the extra special song?” She asked as my eyes became way too clear and wide to have a chance at going back to sleep.

“No!”, I told the adorable little demon who shared my face. “Stay in bed!”

I rushed back to my bedroom, trying not to look at the clock in the dining room or the stove. Sometimes, if it’s early enough in the night and I don’t look at the clock, I can manage to calm my mind enough to go back to sleep.

I snuggled deep under my covers, humming Blackbird. I put a pillow over my face.  Take these broken wings and learn to fly,  I pulled Ruthie into my chest All your life I grabbed a chunk of blankets and hugged them against my stomach.  Blaaaaackbird flyyyyy  I wanted to cry, I was so sleepy and was worried about another sleepless night.

I grabbed my phone to look at the time. It was 2AM. I could still get 5 hours of sleep.

2 MISSED CALLS, DAD  
          
I put my phone back down, facedown and shook my head at my parents. They were night owls, and since they knew I had insomnia they would sometimes call late, just in case I was up. The whole Flowers family were late nighters!

“Why, 2 calls, though?” a voice hit me as I tried to clear my mind for restfulness.

Curious, I picked up my phone again and looked at the time of the calls. Both had been after midnight. Dad would never try to call me twice after midnight unless something was wrong. I checked my texts and there were none. I started to text him to ask if everything was okay but couldn’t bring myself to. I KNEW something was wrong. And I KNEW it had to be about my mother.

Mom had been having issues with her kidney function for the better part of a year. With only guesses as to why, she had been making some big lifestyle changes that mostly included drinking a lot more water and stopping certain medications. I had seen her the weekend before, when they had met me in Austin while I was there working. She seemed perkier, but still weak and not herself. She had texted me a picture a few days before that she was now suffering from Bells Pallsy and half her face was weak. I had been busy with work and called quickly to check on her but she seemed to be almost amused by it so I hadn’t worried. Maybe not as much as I should have.

Was I ready to make this phone call?


I shifted between lying down and sitting up. What’s the best way to position your body when you’re about to get bad news? I didn’t know. I had never had any life-altering news before. I had never lost anyone close to me. I’d lost Grandparents that I loved, acquaintances that made me sad, and a dog who I had grown up with.  Those were the moments I went back to when I tried to figure out how to handle this.

I dialed my dad’s number back.

“Maybe he won’t answer” the voice said. “Maybe he went back to sleep because it was nothing.”

“Hi Marigold” Dad’s voice broke through the line, comforting me.

He’s fine! He sounds good. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into my pillow.

“Hi Dad, what’s up?” I said, trying to hide my irritation of the unnecessary scare.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, you didn’t. Collins did. What’s up?” I pressed him.

His voice cracked. I wish there was another word for cracked. His voice broke into a million little pieces that I immediately wanted to pick up for him but he would never let me because he was the leader of the family and always made my comfort a priority.

“This is the- the worst day of my life.” He stifled a sob and I sat up, somber.

I heard my sister sobbing in the background. I let him cry for 2 seconds and then made myself say it.

“DID MOM DIE” I shouted, not even a question, more of a demand for him to say the words I knew were true.

“IS SHE DEAD, DAD!”

Dad swallowed and choked down his tears and said something that began with “Your brother was found in Yosemite National Park…”

The shock, the hysteria, maybe the sleeping meds took over and all I can now remember are bits and pieces of the rest of the night.

I was hit with the sudden realization that my mother was alive, I could also hear her weeping in the background. I was dowsed with a feeling that in any other world would look like relief. My Mom was fine. My world should be okay.

I then brought myself back to the moment and tried to comprehend what my Dad was saying, but it sounded too medical to match our emotions.

“Dad! Dead? Is Matthew dead?!” I said

“Your brother is dead, Marigold, I’m so sorry. This is the hardest phone call I’ve ever had to make in my life.” He cried.

I didn’t cry.

I asked more questions. How did he fall. How did they know it was an accident. How did he and 
Mom find out.

MATTHEW.

MATTHEW.

 I screamed

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I wailed in an animal voice I could never mimic.

I didn’t cry.

My dad told me as much as he could. I don’t remember if I talked to my mom or not and my mom doesn’t remember if she said anything, but she was on speakerphone and remembers my voice.

I told him I wanted to get off the phone. He made me promise to call my husband. He had already called Mat and told him the news and Mat would be expecting a call from me. They were worried about me. I was alone.

I called Mat, even though I didn’t want to, and I don’t remember anything about that call. Mat said all I did was scream and wail for 20 minutes. He tried to get me to talk about some logistics, should he come home to Charlotte or to Oklahoma, what should we do with the dogs, how would Collins be taken care of,  etc. I don’t believe I was able to speak and we eventually hung up.

 I yelled and moaned and let myself actually cry. Harder than I ever have before. I heaved and cried and screamed and punched and said out loud, “I cannot get through this, I will not get through this, I FUCKING REFUSE”. I was physically hurting: my chest unable to expand, my temples pulsating, all my joints aching, my heart feeling as though it was going to explode out of my throat with fire.

And then I fell asleep.