DIY | Operation Home

Howdy, folks!! It’s time for another Monthly DIY Challenge! The rules, you ask? Easy… My bloggy friends and I are simply assigned a theme and must make something with it!

This month, our theme was paint! And we were allowed to choose any kind of paint that floated our boats.

Now, I’ll admit… My project is definitely not something new to my blog. It’s actually one of my regular go-tos for changing up random items. It’s quick, easy, cheap, and wholly effective, thus, it’s one of my very favorite DIYs. You guessed it…. spray-paint! I’m a true believer running with what works. So, I do. 😉 And since my little blog-baby here is about our home and its progression, I wanted to choose something from the list of projects on my to-do list. So, I chose a lamp makeover plus the transformation of the little nook that it resides in. Basically, I’m talking spray paint + a nifty new shade + art. It’s simple, but in my opinion, makes a world of difference in the space. And I’m not gonna lie… I want to pet the pretty lamp every time I see it while whispering sweet nothings. I really love how it turned out.

So, let’s start with a shot of Lucas being a ninja turtle while watching the Ninja Turtles…

While it’s pretty much the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, I’d like you to pry your eyes from the adorable Leonardo and relocate them to the decor. This picture was taken in October of last year shortly after we moved in. I’d actually forgotten how mis-matched it looked at first. It makes me feel really good about myself now. Heehee! #bloggingmakesconfidence This photo was taken months before we found our mid-century-dresser-turned-media-stand. And the nook in question for the purpose of this post is that corner with the black chair. It was clearly messy, and the orientation was wrong… it looked unquestionably better once I rotated the chair so that it was facing the sofa directly. And that lamp…. I got it on clearance about 7 years ago at Walmart for $10. It wasn’t a bad lamp. It was sturdy, and it didn’t look cheap close-up, but it needed some love. You can’t really tell in the shot above, but the shade was kind of dingy and had a dent on one side.

So, yeah… It’s fair to say that I’ve wanted to gussy up that area for some time. Each night, my eyes would inevitably stray from Gossip Girl to the corner. It was naked. And not in a good way. And I would brainstorm ways to dress it. To make it feel more cozy and welcoming. I experimented with some of the wall art I had on hand, but nothing looked right, so until recently, activity remained at a standstill. That is, until we were given a super cool Fort Worth Stockyards print by Joey’s parents, which then inspired me to spring for a sweet new geometric lampshade (from Tar-jay)…

So, here we were. And it wasn’t too shabby. It was just VERY grey/silver. Now, don’t get me wrong… that’s not a bad thing. It’s just that there wasn’t anything to tie this corner in with the rest of space in terms of finishes. I mean, sure, I have stainless steel accents throughout the space, but I also have lots of gold. For example, our swanky new pulls on our built-ins and wet-bar…

And I wanted that corner to join the cool-kids club to make the gold seem even more intentional. So, I whipped out the gold spray paint…

Taped off my lamp…

Wiped it down with vinegar spray to remove any dust and dirt, and gave it several light, even coats of my pretty gilded spray paint.

Now, when it comes to spray-painting, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… apply light, even coats with dry time in between to prevent drips. HOWEVER… READ THE CAN. If the label says “Paint within one hour or after 48 hours” abide by this. For the love of Pete, save your sanity and listen to the can. If you spray within the non-recommended time-frame (Ie: between one and 48 hours), the paint will be too dry to accept wet paint, but not dry enough to properly adhere to your item. Thus, the spray paint will crackle and wrinkle and develop an almighty attitude. And you will ugly-cry. And it will be sad. Trust me. I know this from experience.

So anyways, I painted per the instructions on the can, then allowed my lamp to cure up in the garage for a good 24 hours. Once he was good and dry, I pulled him back inside, which left this….

And just so you don’t have to scroll up, I give you “The Before”…

Although my little lamp makeover isn’t a huge change in itself, that small pop of gold really helps to tie the corner in with the rest of the space. I think the change may be more noticeable in person. If only I could take a picture by blinking. Then you could see what I see. Anyhoo, I REALLY want to change out that pillow for a more colorful kilim style pillow, but I haven’t found one that strikes my fancy quite yet. And I have an idea for storage on the other side of the chair as well… again, it’s a matter of locating my item of choice. I must say that having really specific decor pieces in my head can be such a pain sometimes… tracking them down is like hunting unicorns. Ie: Majestic creatures that *probably* don’t exist. Not that I’d ever “hunt” a unicorn. I’d find it, then ask it to be my friend and grant me wishes. Because clearly unicorns speak English. And also grant wishes. I mean, CLEARLY. Aaaaaaanyways, when my mythical decor items finally present themselves, I’ll let y’all know.

In the meantime, you can fully enjoy yourselves by checking out the fabulous projects created by my fellow bloggers for this #monthlyDIYchallenge….

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Let’s roll back to several weeks ago…

We went on a vacation to Hot Springs. We came home. I walked into our house. It looked bright and lovely, and so miraculously ours. I’d cleaned the entire joint prior to leaving for our trip so that we’d walk into a nice, fresh home when we returned. And it worked. The house looked and smelled so clean… Which honestly, kind of surprised me. With an older house I’d half expected to walk in to discover a stale or musty odor after days of vacancy. But, it was perfect. Refreshing, even.

I thought, “I really love this house”. And I smiled widely.

Fast forward to thirty minutes later. We decided to ditch the unpacking in favor of swimming in our pool for the first time since it was such a gorgeous day. While I was back there, I decided to water my potted plants on the back patio, which is when SWARMS of mosquitoes rose from the base of our house and ascended upon me.

In panicked horror, I realized that mosquitoes are attracted to water. Thus, there must be moisture around the wooden siding of our house.

Now, in case y’all hadn’t heard, Texas has been absolutely doused with water lately. I’ve never in my entire life seen so much rain. Three storms in particular were especially bad. And I’ll never forget the very first of them…

Our friend happened to be visiting with his two adorable daughters. The kids were inside playing when the skies opened up and began hammering us with a veritable waterfall of rain. Joey, our friend, and I walked onto the back patio to watch. Here’s the patio for any newbies out there. Just to give you an idea of where we were…

At first, the storm was just entertaining. “WOW! LOOK AT ALL THE RAIN!” and “THIS IS CRAZY!” and “I LOVE THAT WE CAN STAND BENEATH THE COVERED PORCH AND WATCH THIS!!”.

Then, our friend pointed to the ground and stated “Hey! Look at that water!!”.

We watched in amazed terror as the water rose from the retaining wall towards the house at an alarming rate. Within about 2-3 minutes, the water was up to the house and rising despite our feeble efforts to deflect the water with brooms (#sadplan). Before too long (Maybe 5-7 minutes, if that??), we were shin deep in water by the retaining wall, and the water against the house was about 3 inches deep. Fortunately, our doorways are risen up higher than than that, so the water still had a little ways to go before entering our house, but I knew… The bottom of the wood siding was NOT sealed at the foundation. And being that the water was 3 inches deep against the siding, I feared that it was seeping into our walls that way.

We have a french drain and sump pump by the porch to help with drainage, and with normal rain, the porch remains dry… but this rain… HOLY MOLY. It was just SO.MUCH.WATER. The sump pump simply couldn’t keep up.

Luckily, at this point, Joey remembered that we had an extra, back-up sump pump in the garage. He grabbed it, removed this drainage basin grate on the opposite side of our porch…

… stuck the sump pump in there and began pumping water out of the porch.

The rain began to slow a bit, so between that, and the additional sump pump, we were able to pump the water out of the porch and away from the house.

What an adrenaline rush. Sheesh! It was safe to say that I definitely needed a beverage of the ~~fun~~ alcoholic variety afterwards.

And that was just the first of these events… It continued to rain, day after day after that. And we experienced two more flash-flood caliber storms where water came up to our house.

Now, I have to say… as much as this sucked for us, and as nerve-wracking as it was… I do consider us very lucky. We’ve had many friends who experienced flooding that actually went into their homes. And there are Texas towns that have been absolutely devastated by the flooding… homes destroyed, fatalities, you name it. So, this is not my attempt to complain and whine. It’s simply the backstory to what I’m about to share with you.

I’ve mentioned before that our house was foreclosed on twice since it’s existence. It was neglected. Back when I was searching for the “REEEEAALLY before pics” of our home, I came across an old realty listing from 2012 when the owners prior to us purchased the home (the listing has since been removed or else I’d screen-shot it for you). In the listing, it stated that a french drain with sump pump were newly installed. I learned from the neighbors that it was the bank who installed them after the home was foreclosed on, not the previous owners. My thoughts: If the bank felt the need to take on the expense of installing a french drain and sump pump, it must’ve been BAAAADDD back there. Who knows how long water sat against the wood siding, right?

Which brings us back to that beautiful day that we returned from our vacation, and my battle with the mosquito swarm from Hades. I basically ran from the house and grabbed Joey. I explained what had happened and that I suspected that there was water behind the siding. He removed the bottom piece of trim, seen here..

…and the trim literally crumbled in his hands. Behind it, all that was left of the wood siding was the layer of paint that covered it. The rest of it had transformed into a wet pulp that sat in an nasty pile on the ground. We shop-vac’ed that mess up and much to our dismay discovered this…

The stud that attached our walls to the foundation was completely rotted. Soft. Like, I could push my finger through it if I’d tried. Please note that the nail-head is likely where the wood used to come out to prior to rotting away…

And what concerned me most, was that this damage that you see is located right below our huge picture window. And by huge, I mean really super large… This glorious piece of dual-paned glass measures 94″ x 70″ and gives us such pretty views of the patio like this…

It makes the porch feel like a cozy extension of the living room, and as a result, it’s one of my very favorite features of our home. I’d be devastated if something happened to it. Especially knowing that it’d likely cost an arm, a leg, and my ~~first~~-only-born child to replace if it got damaged.

Upon the discovery of the rot, I immediately ran inside, looked behind the curtain next to the window and discovered this…

Cracked drywall.

Compressed and bowing drywall tape and framing.

Warped and bowed trim.

The photos don’t do it justice. I blame my photography skills. And it was dusk when I took these.

Anyways, I know for a fact that this damage was NOT there when we moved in. Nor was it there months later when I hung the curtains. This was recent, and likely due to the wet weather and flash-flooding. My theory is that the wood was already rotted, but the recent moisture was the straw that broke the camels back and the wall began to sink (which in turn, caused the drywall damage).

We have no idea how extensive the damage is at this point. We’ve had one contractor check it out so far and he flatly stated that our degree of damage was beyond his skill-set and that he wouldn’t touch it for fear of damaging our window. We have two more contractors set to visit this week to evaluate and give estimates. I’m praying that the damage is only that one beam and that it can be fixed quickly, while still keeping our window intact (fingers crossed, knock on wood). But we wont really know until the remaining siding is removed. So, keep your fingers crossed for us.

In the meantime, this shall be known as “The No-Spend Era” as we wait to find out the cost of the wall repair. I’ll be focusing on low/no cost fixes around the house and completing projects that I’ve been meaning to get done for a while (and already have the stuff for). Sadly, my breakfast nook chairs will have to wait until the repairs are finished. I do have a plan to make our current chairs more neutral using materials that I have on hand, though. So, that’ll be good.

Anyways, that’s what we’ve been dealing with as of late. I’m going to choose to think positively until told to do otherwise. So, has anybody had this happen before?? What was your experience?