fair faucet*

Most projects result in that domino thing and this was no exception. Dominoes: one project requires you to first do another and that one requires another, etc etc.

The dishwasher (yes. I wanted a dishwasher because I use a lot of dishes and like to hide them when they’re dirty. A dishwasher is good camouflage for spaghetti-stained plates and mungy coffee cups.) required a new countertop. Libby’s was due for a new kitchen counter anyway. That was in The Plan way back when I first put in the kitchen. I left a 24″ space at the end of the lower cabinets so I could move them down and fit a dw next to the sink. The New Faucet, however, was not in the plan. I really liked the little faucet that lived there for the past 20 years.

There it was, serving its purpose and being cheap and plastic for, you know, years. But, when the dishwasher and counter were installed (I didn’t attempt this. Bruce did it and he did a great job.) it lost its flux capacitor. When he reinstalled it after the new counter, it began with a bit of stiffness which led to more aches and pains, then a lot of stiffness to the point where I needed two hands to turn it on, which kind of renders the single handle idea moot. I dissembled it and thought I’d get a new cartridge. Up North has many attributes, but convenience isn’t among them. It’s about 30 miles to the nearest Menards, where I could even hope to find a cartridge for a Very Old Inexpensive Off-Brand Faucet, so I bought a new one. Faucet. Not cartridge.

So here it is all shiny and new and I guess I can part with the old one now that this one is installed and working. And so fashionably matching the old stainless steel sink.

*If you didn’t live through Charlie’s Angels, you won’t get the reference. Is there anything NOT on Wikipedia? I mean, who sat down and wrote an in-depth article about a tv show from the 70’s?

your private suite awaits

Sofa bed #2 got itself done today, thanks to the weather (no rain) and many other lucky charms, luck which apparently didn’t extend to either the kitchen faucet or my trusty laptop. So after a fruserating morning squeezed under the kitchen sink with my back arched awkwardly over the cabinet base, my patience reached its limit and I and went outside to wrap up the project that’s been languishing out there. The good thing about this project is that there are no persistent leaks or nuts that won’t tighten, just boards to be sawn and screwed together. I got the bottom portion done yesterday.

So I put on the casters and flipped it over. Then I made the backrest.

Aaaaaannnddd, prepare to be amazed! Finished product in the Shower House / Craic House / BunkHouse.

Cozy up to sleep, read, or enjoy a bit of craic. Once I get the whole space spruced, I’ll show off the rest of it. Fit for a king. Or maybe just a Jackpine Savage.

my bed-brained idea

I love things — furniture, gadgets, utensils — that are able to serve more than one purpose. Topping that list is furniture. It’s a sofa AND a bed. A sofabed. Genius. Wish I’d thought of it. (even though it was probably invented sometime in the 1850’s, I’m sure) So when I came across plans on a website called homemade-modern.com, I ciphered and outlined and thinked and reconfigured the design around in circles until I came up with the thing I wanted. Don’t laugh. It looks like this:

Tricked out with cushions and pillows, it’s much more comfortable.

I’ve always wanted a sofa-type thing in the bunkhouse, and got by for years with a fally aparty futon. I never liked that futon (I hope it found a good home after I donated it to wherever). What I wanted was a way to offer guests a couple of beds for singles or a double for couples. Most sofabeds come in Size Queen — and the bunkhouse has no business entertaining royalty, the building being classed size Gnome or littler.

The backrest is not attached so it lifts out to add more room for cozy sleeping. Here I have it tucked against the wall. Looks like a fence, I know. Don’t Fence Me In.

So that’s one single bed. The other is under construction. Don’t hire me. I’m slow. (And very bad.) But not idle. Between making the two beds, I’ve installed the water line for the ice maker in the new fridge, took a long boat ride, fixed the lawnmower so I could mow the lawn, planted the garden, created a new garden where we dug up the spot for the new deck steps last summer, went to the Spooner Garden Club plant sale to sell raffle tickets for FISH, replaced the pump head on the presser washer so I could pressure wash the deck, cleaned the tool shed, put up the canopy, took down the canopy in a blizzard, put the canopy back up, spent a weekend in Duluth to see Connor Scaro play music (he is incredible!), helped my friend, Jim Bishop, create a PowerPoint presentation, confirmed Internet service at the Trego Town Hall, and watched seven Cubs games. (Silly me. I end every day and week saying “I didn’t get anything done.” Even though I know Cubs games don’t count.)

I’m building the second bed down near the bunkhouse because they are Very Heavy. Several friends have randomly stopped by — a couple of them skilled carpenters — and politely asked why I opted for treated lumber. Because. Remember my first sentence in this post? I like things to be multi-purpose. If I ever decide I want to use these as benches on the deck or around the campfire, then we’re all set! Never mind that we need a football team to move them. They’re MULTI-PURPOSE.

Casters help.