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*DIY* Rocking Chair Fail

Not every DIY I set out to accomplish do I succeed. I would actually say the fail rate is much higher than the success rate (at least on the projects I do by myself, my hubby has a magic way of figuring things out no matter what happens).

I LOVE rocking chairs (I’m secretly a 60 year old woman, lol). There is just something so peaceful about sitting on the back porch just rocking back and forth. So we bought one for the back porch. And then my husband kept sitting in it. So I was on the lookout for ANOTHER rocking chair.

I wasn’t even searching for one when I found it. 75% OFF at Pier One. It was a STEAL, it was comfy, it was cute, it had to come home with me!

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The only problem (reason why it was a steal) was that part of the wicker was starting to come up. (Fixer’s are never a deal breaker for me, if the price is right, I’m always game to try and fix something).

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“Nothing a little super glue can’t fix” (I thought)

My tools:

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ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS wear gloves when dealing with super glue. I’m not a girly-girl, I don’t care about getting messy, I never wear gloves when painting but when it comes to super glue (and polyurethane) I always, always, always wear gloves.

Why? Because I always, always, always, super glue two fingers together. It never fails. I get super glue all over the gloves and if I wasn’t wearing them…well, I wouldn’t be able to type this blog right now.

Well, clearly from the title you already know this was a fail. I put on my gloves and super glued the heck out of the chair and the wicker WOULD NOT stick. Well, the first fail never stops me. So we went and bought Gorilla Glue (because it’s supposed to be stronger) and the wicker STILL WOULD NOT stick. Two strikes, I’m not out yet. I brought down my secret weapon, hot glue gun. And the wicker….STILL WOULD NOT stick. Three strikes, I’m out of ideas.

But, hey, the chair is still comfortable and the problem isn’t functional so I still use it. Maybe one day I’ll be able to figure out how to get that freakin’ wicker to stick to the frame!

xoxo

nikki

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*DIY* Table Redo

*Well, after that depressing post yesterday, let’s have a fun post today!*

Hubby and I have a “house-to-do” list that’s about a million things long. A couple weeks ago, we decided to tackle one of those things and re-do our dining room table.

Hubby built this table for me a couple years ago as a puzzle table so we didn’t exactly sand it down and take a lot of time on it. Well, when we moved to this house it worked better as a dining room table (it’s super long) and so we’ve been using it as a dining table.

Now the top was kind of rough/sticky because we didn’t use polyurethane the first time and the legs/bottom were white because we painted them and stained the table top so it was kind of a mismatched mess. The legs were also very rough because we hadn’t sanded them.

Unfortunately, I am terrible at remembering to take pictures, (I’m trying to get better I promise!) so I have no before pic of the table, just a before pic AFTER we flipped the table over:

As you can see, the legs and sides of the table are white (and the top was stained dark, I promise!)

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Here’s the whole table upside down, after we took the legs off, it is about an 8ft long table:

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Legs off the table:

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Sanding, sanding and more sanding! I actually sent hubs to Home Depot to get another sander so he could do the table top while I did the legs.

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We used 60 grit sandpaper on the tabletop and 220 grit on the legs. We wanted to strip the tabletop so we used the harsher grit for that. On the legs, because we were staining them dark, we didn’t need to remove the white completely, we just wanted them to be smooth.

This pic is after I was finished sanding the legs, as you can see there is some white paint left:

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And, of course, I forgot to take a pic of the tabletop when he was done sanding, so here’s a pic after we finished staining it:

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Here is an after pic of the legs/side of the table:

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I don’t know if you can tell, but hubs even rounded the corners of the table! Talk about fancy!!

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Ta-Da! Finished product:

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It looks and feels so much better now!! I love that it is all one color and I don’t have to hide it under a tablecloth anymore!!

Total time: about 2-3 days. It took us 1 day to sand and then another 1-2 days to stain/polyurethane including drying time.

xoxo

nikki

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The Dreaded “D” Word

When I was a kid, “divorce” was the dreaded “d” word. It was the word that NO kid wanted to hear their parents say. As a kid, I just thought my parents would be together forever. That’s just how it was.

But all of a sudden, the dreaded “d” word was being used IN MY FAMILY. And I didn’t think there could be a more dreaded “d” word.

Until now.

I have found a “d” word that I dread even more than divorce.

Dementia.

Oh, I’d heard about dementia and alzheimers. I felt bad for friends who had to deal with it. But I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined MY grandfather would have it.

I mean, the man is in amazing shape. He walked EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. He was a vegetarian (aren’t they supposed to be super healthy?). He was just in such good shape (still is).

This diagnosis makes me question everything I thought I knew. If he was so healthy on the outside, why wasn’t his brain healthy? Why is he forgetting everything?

In 2004, my Opa (Dad’s stepdad) had a stroke. And the first time I saw him, I couldn’t stop crying. The stroke had taken my healthy Opa and made him into a man stuck in a wheelchair who couldn’t do anything for himself. At that point I thought it can’t get worse, I never want to see anyone I love go through this again.

I was wrong. I would rather watch my grandpa go through a stroke 1,000 times than watch him lose his mind like this. At least my Opa only lost his body, he still knew who we were, he was sharp, he could still laugh at jokes and HE KNEW WHO WE WERE. (I know I said that twice but you don’t realize how important it is until someone you love has NO IDEA who you are).

I don’t write this post for sympathy or for someone to try to come up with a solution. I mostly write it because I HAVE to be strong for my family. I have to let them cry to me, and I don’t want to cry to them. I don’t want to bring them down anymore than they already are. So I write this here just to get it out. To cry and write.

Thanks for listening 🙂

xoxo

nikki