scrap/skrap/
noun: a small piece or amount of something, esp. one that is left over after the greater part has been used.
synonyms: noun: fragment - piece - bit - shred

Sunday, July 28, 2013

On the Hook...

Notice the really cool rusty hinges?
Great for hanging a banner!
Hello, Happy Sunday and Welcome to the Farm! How is everybody?  Ok, that answer was not loud enough for me to hear so...let's try this again. HOW IS EVERYBODY? That's better!  Glad to hear you're all doing well and enjoying yourselves.

This last week was finally hot here.  Hot as in everybody else was frying and I was comfortable.  I'm not sure if that's good or not, but I'm going to take it.  It doesn't happen often enough for me.  On top of my being happy about the heat, we also got a new (used) car, which was sorely needed.  Chalking it up to good luck and good timing and running with it!

Ooooooo, I love the chippiness of the paint!
Since this week was so busy and hectic, the project I wanted to share didn't actually happen so I am sharing with you a quick and easy by-the-front-door coat rack that we did a few months ago. As in the middle of winter a few months ago.  This also was sorely needed. With all the space in this house, you would think we have a nice sized hall closet, right? BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  Uh, no.  I actually measured it and it is exactly 24 inches wide.  Which means we can fit about two and a half coats if they're not too bulky.  Seriously, WHO makes a two-foot closet?  

Isn't this the coolest hook?
It looks like a mad face with a cigar!
Anyhoo, I got reallllllll tired of coats and bags hanging on the dining room chairs, over the couch, on the recliner and everywhere else a free space was. Which meant that there was no more free space for anything. Aggravating. Mr. Scrappin had brought me a few doors and windows, including  this one and this one, that he'd found down in the barn when he was clearing it out. Of course he knew better than to get rid of them, which just makes him the world's smartest husband in my book. Although his mother did tell me he got rid of one and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Is it just me, or is it scary that I have an addiction to these worn out, old and scruffy items?  For some reason, I just love them.  They have character and there is an endless array of things you can do with them.  In my opinion, anyway.  

After picking up about a zillion coats and sweaters and other crap, er, um, items to find my coat so I could get out the door and off to work one morning, I decided I'd had enough.  Off to Home Depot I went and found these hooks for hanging stuff. Like coats.  And sweaters.  And hats.  And bags.  You know, stuff.  I told hubby that he was going to by gosh make me a coat rack RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE and he was so agreeable.  Actually, it didn't happen quite that way, but I was feeling bossy just now so I thought it sounded really cool.  What REALLY happened was that I (actually) nicely asked if it would be doable to make a coat rack out of this door and he said yes.  Yay! Isn't he just awesome?

Right inside the front door.  I love it!
I actually had taken pictures as we (translation - HE - remember, I'm not allowed to play with power tools) did the honors, but they accidentally got erased somewhere in all the hullabaloo of life. Meaning that one of us erased them but we don't really know which one.  So that leaves two innocent people and a gremlin in this house somewhere. Not that it really matters; how much can you show when you're attaching hooks to a door?  LOL!  Although I'm sure you would have been QUITE fascinated by the adventure, I'm sorry to disappoint you and leave you with only these few pictures. Originally, I had toyed with putting frames or pictures or something on the inside to liven it up, but I decided I really like it the way it is.  If I get desperate for something, the hinges on the top can always hold a banner of some sort or some hanging thingy (that's a technical term).


While we're here, I want you to know that Mr. Scrappin had taken up THREE of the FIVE hooks, leaving me only TWO.  For fairness in the pics, I moved his stuff off of the middle one so as not to feel left out. After all, I had the idea and I got the hooks! AND I handed him the screws!

However it turns out, I'm just glad these things are no longer on the chairs and couches and are now on the hook(s)!

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Cloche Enough for Government Work...

Oh goodness, is this dirty or WHAT?
Hello, Happy Sunday and Welcome to the Farm!  I hope this post finds you all well and having a wonderful weekend.  This last week seemed to be a very loooong week, but Friday ended it well because it was my fifth wedding anniversary to Mr. Scrappin. Amazing, I know, that he was able to put up with me this long. Although I did find it a little strange that he kept scratching his head as if to say, "you mean it's ONLY been five years?"  Poor man; you really do have to feel for him.  

A sand etched rock.
Why, you ask?  Because that poor man has to deal with every one of my weird ideas and sometimes brain-defying thoughts.  Truly a miracle that he has lived through some of it.  He deserves kudos, you know what I mean?  Not EVERY hubby can answer the same question over and over while trying to come up with a different answer. 

Rubber Duckies, you're so fun!
Example:
Me:  Honey, I have an idea.
Him:  NOOOOOOOO!
Me:  But it's cool and you won't have to do anything.
Him:  That's what you always say.
Me:  Honey...
Him:  Can't you just shoot me right now?
Me:  Honey...
Him:  (Ignoring me while whistling and looking in the air for something to rescue him)
Me:  Honey...
Him:  I don't want to and you can't make me.
Me:  Honey...
Him:  What's for dinner?

What?  Not everyone has
 sprinkler faucets?
See what I mean?  A different answer to the same question.  EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.  It's amazing and almost mind boggling, I tell you.  I don't know any woman in the world who has a smarter hubby than I do, what with all that thinking he has to do to come up with an answer.  Admittedly, I'm still waiting for the RIGHT answer, which I suspect will be forthcoming in about another five years (I should have him worn down  by then.).  

A cute fake plant cuz I kill
the real thing. Notice the cute
 plate underneath?
Anyhoo, in honor of Mr. Scrappin's fine vocabularical (love that word - I just made it up!) skills, I have decided not to even ask him if anything is a good idea today (call it part of his anniversary gift) and just move on to trying my hand at this cloche thing. Like a lot of you, I love cloches. They're cool.  They're in.  And they're seriously fun because you can do anything if you have one or two.  I, however, have ZERO.  NIL.  NADA.   ZIPPPPO.  So what am I supposed to do?  Well, brilliant me, as I was looking around the room last night and trying to figure out something for my blog today, landed my sights (what there is left of it) on the sconces that I found at Michael's about six years ago.  And which I promptly put up, but did nothing with, except put candles in them.  Said candles  (still in the cellophane I bought them in) sat there for just as long until hubby took them out and burned them because I didn't have any coolish smelling ones left.  Then we were left with empty sconces, which stayed empty until this morning.  Wow, were those suckers dirty when I took them down!  hee hee hee  I guess someone should have cleaned them more often or something.

Cookie cutter cuteness.
As usual, your lovely hostess digresses. I do that a lot.  It makes me feel like I'm smart because I can come up with lots of stuff that doesn't make any sense, but I can still come up with it.  See?  I'm just as smart as Mr. Scrappin, if I do say so myself.  So...I took those grimy suckers right out of the holders and stuck them in the dishwasher.  Once they came out, they were so much nicer!  You could actually see through them.  Whoa, now THERE is an awesome concept!  Well...they're out of the dishwasher, so now what?  Heck if I know; I am NO cloche expert, that is for sure.  They were in need of something, but I was at a loss as to what.  I mean, I wanted them to be cute, but if I put too much of something on them, you wouldn't be able to see what actually lives in the cloche.  Is that a proper term for cloche things?  Living in them?  I'm extremely cloche inept so I really need some guidance here as to the terminology.  Anyway, I found some leftover gold raffia that I had little by little whittled away at until there were only wimpy little strands left.  Perfect!  A little somethin' somethin' but nothing gauche.  I just wrapped it around the bottom where the sconces flare out and called it good. Attempted a little tiny bow instead of gluing so I could take them off.  In case I needed a change, you know?  For the record, I SEE YOU SNICKERING AT MY BOW.  It's ok, though, I can take a little criticism.

The ring my hubby gave me on
my birthday before we were
 married (he made it).
My can't live without item!
Then, as I was putting dishes away (cuz I can do two things at once sometimes) I ran across these little candle plates that I had tucked away in the cupboard. Hey! Cloche bottoms!  You know, like pajama bottoms, only glass? And cute? Hooray for me!  They're cute too.  Of course I had to put the sconces on to see if they look ok.  They do, although if you look closely, you will see that the sconces are a wee bit too large around to sit nicely on the inside of the plates. The good thing about this is that you don't always have to have a bottom to a cloche.  Unless you do, in which case I'm doing this all wrong.  Well, shoot. I'm sticking by that statement and saying I don't have to.  So there.  It's my blog and I can do what I want to, do what I want to, do what I want to...

Wine corks from Addie.  :)
What I needed after trying to figure
out what to put in these things!
And then came the REAL problem. What, exactly, does one put in a cloche?  I have absolutely no idea. At all.  And not much to work with because these are little cloches, minis if you will.  Fakes of the big ones.  Masters at being impostors.  So I looked around a lot...a lot...and these are what I came up with. 

Interesting, for sure, although I'm not quite sure they are politically clochely correct.  For my first attempt, I think it's cloche enough for government work.  And, since it's Sunday, I'm not getting paid anyway so there ya go.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

It's a Cover Up...

Boring!
Hello, Happy Sunday and Welcome to the Farm! Another interesting (and very tiring) week behind me and now we're on to the next. This last week was very busy, leaving little time to spare for much of anything, so I decided to embark on a super simple project, albeit one I've been wanting to do for some time now but just haven't gotten to.

Clean and ready to go.
So we've (and by we, I mean Mr. Scrappin) painted the kitchen walls and I love, love, love them, but now our light cover switches just exude boring. I mean, really, they were boring to begin with, but once those walls went from years of dingy, grayish, ugly white to an actual living, breathing color, they REALLY became boring. Almost made me cry kind of boring. But I lived with it because I was too busy (aka lazy) for a while to do anything about it. It was always in the back of my mind but, you know me, there was always something more important or fun to do. Yesterday though, with nothing to do and being dog tired, I figured I could whip this one out and still feel like I'd done something. 

I just *heart* this paper!
After my regular morning routine, which consists of an hour's worth of exercise and a very healthy breakfast...HOLD THE PHONE HERE; AN IMPOSTOR HAS ENTERED THE BLOG...Ok, ok, after my regular morning routine, which consisted of spending about two hours on the computer just dinking around, I proceeded to get right on my kindle and start another new book while, at the same time eating my leftover lunch from Ciao Mambo (a totally awesomely rockin' Italian restaurant).  So, after reading about five chapters of said new book (which, by the way, I finished yesterday afternoon) I finally got around to  deciding to find the screwdriver.  Once I located the screwdriver, which is almost always in an undisclosed and somewhat anonymous location, I took off those ugly covers.  And let me tell you, it took FOREVER, as in at least five minutes.

All covered up and drying.
Covers off, I sponged the little guys to make sure they were free of any grunge (this is the kitchen, after all) and laid them on a towel to dry.  While they were drying, I got out my Mod Podge and the scrapbook paper I had wanted to use (which some of you may recognize from this post); eyeballed the size of the covers and cut the paper.  Then, on with the show!

Ready to be put back up!
I Mod Podged the paper and adhered the covers, adding extra to the sides because they didn't want to stay adhered since they dried out so fast. Pressing down to make sure everything would stay in place, I went through all nine covers and left them to dry. Believe it or not, this was NOT as easy as one would think. The paper is a heavier paper and it was a real pain trying to get it to round and bend in the places I wanted it to. And yes, I did grumble, thank you so much for asking. After about 30 minutes (it was quite warm here, yay!) I grabbed a rasp and started filing the paper out of the openings so that the edges would be smooth. Then on to the edges themselves.  Ooh, purty!

Crooked picture, but you get the jist.
Once they were all smoothed out, I sealed the covers with another coat of Mod Podge, and then one more coat about another 30 minutes later. After that, I just left them to dry while I went back to my all-important book. Hey, it was interesting! After a couple of hours of good, thorough drying, I attached those covers right back to their allotted spots on the wall. The walls did thank me for it, just so you know. I heard it, clear as day. They were glad to have a little extra oomph added to their awesome color. 

I love these covers!
While this obviously isn't the end-all, be-all of giving the kitchen more personality and charm, it really did make enough of a difference that it was noticed by my friend that popped in later. I was a little surprised, but pleased, that she noticed. Made me feel like it wasn't for nothing. At some point in time, when I finally think it's important enough to do, these covers will actually be replaced with ones that I really, really want, which are iron (and expensive, which is why it's not time yet).

When all else fails and you want a little something different on a limited budget, just cover it up for a while.

Double-sided cardstock (So Delish~Spice Rack and So Delish~Everything But The Kitchen Sink) by TPC Studio; Mod Podge Matte-Mat from Plaid Enterprises

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Sinking In...

Hello, Happy Sunday and Welcome to the Farm!  It's been a while since I've been here and I do apologize! Never let it be said that life does not get in the way sometimes.  Whew, now that most of that is over...let's carry on, shall we?  

A look at the culprit (the sink, not the brother)
Previous posts have alluded to the fact that we are in the process of making some changes to the kitchen and that a reveal was on its way.  Wellllll, what with that life getting in the way thing going on, we haven't been able to accomplish much in the way of progress. Never fear, though, because we are back in business baby!  Oh yeah! While a couple of things have been done along the way, the biggest and bestest (and yes, that IS a word [in my opinion]) happened just today.  I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how EXCITED, ECSTATIC, OVERJOYED, JUBILANT, HAPPY, THRILLED (you get the picture, right?) I am about this one! 

How icky is this?
See that thing in the left side?
 That's actually the top of
the faucet that kept coming off.
It all started almost six years ago (sad, but true) when I moved up here and in with Mr. Scrappin.  He owned this farm and home, so it was a bit before I could actually begin to even think about making any changes (except color; color HAD to come quickly) of my own.  You know how you need to be somewhere a while to get a feel for what you'd like to see, right? From the beginning, Mr. Scrappin told me I could change whatever I wanted, but I just didn't feel comfortable.  After all, he'd lived here, like, F.O.R.E.V.E.R.  Yep, a long time. And he was a guy.  Mhm...we all know how that is. Really, there wasn't a lot that needed real changing (again, with the exception of color somewhere, anywhere, right that minute), but of course we all like to see our own personalities emerge in our homes.  After all, it's where we spend part of our time, right? Unless you're like me and work for a living and then you might sometimes see it in the morning when you get up and right before bed.  LOL!  

Anyhoooooo, it all started out like this, in November 2007:

Me:  The sink is leaking.
Him:  Yeah, I know.
Me:  Are you going to fix it?
Him:  It's been like that for a while now.
Me:  I see.  Uh, you ARE going to fix that, right?
Him:  Mhm.

From November 2007 until last weekend, over a bazillion (and I really do mean a bazillion, although possibly more than that) conversations, some of them not quite so nice on my part:

Me:  The sink is getting worse.
Him:  Yeah, I know.
Me:  Are you going to fix it:
Him.  Yeah.
Me:  During my lifetime?  (Admittedly, some parts of this conversation are absolutely unprintable)
Him:  Sure.
Me:  The cabinet underneath is getting ruined.
Him:  Ok.
Me:  @#$%^&*()_{+}!!!

Last weekend, July 2013:

Him:  Do you want to go into town with me?!  (He stopped me at the end of the couch and I thought he was dying)
Me:  For what?
Him:  We need to look at a new sink and faucet.
Me:  S.P.E.E.C.H.L.E.S.S. (which wasn't good since I hadn't spoken in two weeks)
Him:  Let's go into town.
Me:  Huh?  

Checking out the depth, which I am uber
excited over!  Of course, Baxter has to
supervise in case the guys don't
do it right.  Good dog, Baxter!
So, we ended up going into town.  Which we live about a jillion miles from.  Mhm. On a Sunday afternoon, late, thank you very much. Seriously?  What the blank just happened here?  Well, if you really must know, I was mad at Mr. Scrappin and he was trying to either A) stay out of my way; B) kiss up by doing some of the house work I had not even touched in two weeks and, by doing so, realized how bad it really was; or C) the aliens had finally landed.  Or a combination of all three, but I'm secretly voting for C.  Really, I am.  And I don't mind admitting one little bit that I am afraid...very afraid.  After all, this totally goes against everything that I've been b****ing about for the last HOW MANY YEARS?  Yeah, you all see my point. 

Hubby ruined Dwayne's hole saw on
this sink.  It's pretty stinkin' hard.
Here, they were punching out the holes
for the faucet and spigot.
As it so happens, I had in mind just exactly what I wanted in a sink (even though I had not had much time to ponder this very thing (BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA - ok, a little sarcasm here) so I was secretly excited about this.  Even if it was Sunday, late, and I was tired, cranky and not looking forward to spending money.  Although I really like to make improvements, I hate to spend money. I am cheap.  Inexplicable for a woman, I know, but true.  It annoys me, unless it's something I really want, like a milkshake.  Or chocolate. Yeah, chocolate.  Or a hot dog.  Oh, but I digress.  SOOO, we went to one store and...nope...they did not have my sink.  Really.  On a Sunday, late, they did not have my sink.  Figures.  Off we went to another store and YAYYYYYY!  There it was, all on display like it was the star of the show; the  belle of the ball; the jelly of the pbj sandwich!  Excitement galore!

Making sure things fit where they're
 supposed to in case the holes need
to be enlarged.  That little blue sticker says
this sink was sanitized and is more
than clean.  LOL!
As soon as we started talking about it, the salesman that had been standing right there, yes RIGHT THERE, asked if he could help us.  Mr. Scrappin advised him we were looking at a sink and of course the dude says ok.  And walks away.  Well, alrighty then.  That was pretty dang helpful.  Yep.  Helpful.  More like hellful. Seriously, who does that?  Good thing hubby and I both know how to read and know our numbers so we could search through the countless boxes of sinks and get out the one we wanted. Thanks, Mr. Salesman.  We salute you, and I am not talking about a nice wave here.  Ok, on to the faucets.  Which we had briefly looked at when we actually thought Mr. Salesman Dude was coming back (naive, I know).  Ah, the choices.  So many pretty, gleaming and shiny things.  Oooohhhhhhhhh.  We found one we truly loved and that was it. We were going to get it and be on out of there.  Until I held it up next to the display sink and went...ICK, THAT SO DOES NOT EVEN GO.  Back to the drawing board, or faucet isle as it were.

Sink in...check
Faucet in...check
FINALLY, we found one we liked well enough to actually pay for, although my brain was having a mini buying and spending money stroke of it's very own.  And I do believe I was actually having a conversation with myself wherein I was answering and talking back.  I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing.  At least that's what they told me in therapy.  Guess I should have listened.  Anyhoo, sink in basket and faucet on top, we headed to the checkstand.  Where I had to restrain myself from falling on the floor crying and screaming, "Please take my firstborn and not all this money...please, I'm begging you!"  I think the cashier could read my mind because he had that "lady, I'm calling security" look that I've seen countless times before.  Wait, should I really have just admitted that?

A close up view of how deep this sink is.
Oh yeah, life was good today!
Flash forward to today - I'm finishing up painting of some of the kitchen cabinet doors and here comes Dwayne, Mr. Scrappin's bro, who was going to help with the sink.  I *heart* him so much.  I'm pretty sure he hates us after today, but I still *heart* him as much as ever.  He's such a gem.  What would we do without him? Although, he did promise not to swear so that pretty much put my day's entertainment at about zero. Hmmmph.  And I did remind him that when I had asked him if he would help hubby with the sink, he warned me that the last time he had done a sink there was something about an entire new kitchen.  Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!  Unfortunately, he declined to actually carry through on that promise (threat?) and I still have the old kitchen.  But with a pretty new sink and faucet.  That doesn't leak.

After six years of conversations like the ones above, it's going to take a while for that to sink in.



Composite granite sink (Franke); Faucet (Delta).
Awesome work done by Dwayne (bro) and Marty (Mr. Scrappin)  :)