Basement Remodeling

The walls have pine boards on the bottom 3 feet and drywall above that. Why? If it floods again we wont have to redrywall, just replace a few boards. My parents are brilliant.

The walls have pine boards on the bottom 3 feet and drywall above that. Why? If it floods again we wont have to redrywall, just replace a few boards. My parents are brilliant.

The basement finishing project has been ‘on’ for months now. Team awesome (myself, my mother and father) have been working on it sporadically and things are coming along. There still is a lot of stuff to do, but when I look back on photos of where it was when I bought the house and moved in, well it reminds me just how lucky I am to have such selfless workers in the form of my family to help me with the gigantic project. (We’re effectively doubling the usable square feet of the house by finishing the basement).

When I bought my house in June the basement was completely unfinished. It had been victim of lack-of-electricity based flooding and had to be gutted by the previous owners. They never did quite get it refinished after that. We’ve had to stud out the basement, board and drywall everything (sans mudding at this point), and now we’re working on adding a suspended ceiling. We’ve done most of the work ourselves, but we did call in professionals for a handful of elements. BedroomAlthough we know wood working basics (we built a 1 1/2 story garage in our backyard with a work force of mom, dad, and kids aged 16, 13 and 10 – which is, of course, why we’re team awesome) we weren’t well versed in plumbing, electric or stair building specialties.

The latest project is getting the drop ceiling installed so the electrician can come back and finish the lighting. After months of little light in the basement, I'm sure it will seem like a lit-up stadium once it's finished.

The latest project is getting the drop ceiling installed so the electrician can come back and finish the lighting. After months of little light in the basement, I’m sure it will seem like a lit-up stadium once it’s finished.

There have been countless nights and weekends of diving in to an aspect of the project, running across some issue, and putting our heads together to find the solution. The motto for my mom and I (or something we say at least once a week, if not once a day) is “we’ll figure it out”. Between you-tube and online forums there isn’t much we haven’t been able to do. (I use ‘we’ generously. My mom is the one who figures out the more technical things and then just tells me what to do. I have learned many processes via this method. Anyone need help shortening a door? I can now help you with that.)

At first it was all so, technical, getting the structure in place. But now, now we’re getting to the fun part: decorating. However with decorating comes trips to crazytown.

For instance: here are a couple of poorly lit shots of the bathroom:Bathroom

Now on the left (the color with the ‘x’) is what I picked originally. I painted bits of the bathroom months ago to see what I thought of the color. This photo doesn’t show the actual color all that well, but it never felt quite right. So yesterday we got the color on the right. Such a huge difference right? It might be stuff like this that makes people say women are crazy. However, crazy or not, I now have all of the grays picked for the basement. Gray, in my opinion, is a tough color to get right, so I’m very happy to have that hurdle done with. Now all we need to do is mud and I can get the top half of all the rooms painted!

Until next time
~ Q

Light at Night

I don’t know why, but some time ago I developed this thing about turning off the light before going to sleep. Not every night, just often enough for me to notice. It’s like I want to stay in the moment as long as possible. I’m not afraid of the dark or anything. I just like the light. I’ve been dozing, sometimes for 10-20 minutes just enjoying the amber glow through my eyelids. Between reading and sleep. No work, no people, no pets, no noise, just me. Just a little serenity. Eventually logic re-awakens and I convince myself that I need to turn off the light and get some proper sleep. So I swap peaceful serenity for unpredictable dreams. Timelessness for a countdown to dawn. Stillness for tossing and turning. But for a moment yet, I can put it off, and doze a bit longer.