Thursday, 30 June 2016

Armoire reveal... and why you should avoid oil based paints.

Gosh it's been a while! Is anyone still out there?
We've been through some rather tubulent, uncertain times since we last spoke. And that's just in the master bedroom, let alone our great nation.

I have sooo much to tell you. But first I must get this Armoire post out of the way. I finished it in February so I'm a little slow. I first wrote about it HERE.

I'll remind you how it looked when I found it, unloved and wearing some very bad paintwork.
Despite this, I fell madly in love.

Once I had accepted the fact that I couldn't keep it, (there was no way of getting it round the bend of the stairs) I decided to paint it in off white as white is the best selling colour for bedroom furniture.

I stripped and sanded, strengthened, de-wormed and replaced a missing trim and primed the bare wood. Luckily there was no bleed through so I got away with an ordinary primer.

I decided to use an 'oops' paint, a massive can of oil based eggshell I got for a fiver at my local paint merchants as the tint had gone wrong.

BIG MISTAKE! In the 16 to 24 hours it took to dry, it became a magnet for every airborne cat hair and dust particle I didn't even know I had. I married an OCD hooverer so I thought we were pretty clean. But no. It looked appalling.

I will never, not ever, use oil based paints again.

One good thing about the EU, love them or loathe them; they cleaned up our paints by taking out the toxic chemicals. This has caused problems with your average oil based white gloss yellowing in a matter of months, but the knock on effect has led to superior water based paints.
My kitchen is painted in water based paint. I can scrub it, knock it and it doesn't absorb grease.
My stairs are painted in water based paint. We walk on them. (Okay, they might be slightly trashed but, we have a LOT of furniture changes in this house which leads to more wear and tear than the average home. It would happen had I used oil based gloss too.)

Water based paints are the way forward. I'd certainly go for quality when you can. Ronseal for floor paint, F&B for cupboards, every time for me.

Anyway, lecture over.

A little more sanding, a new paint and hey presto...

It was finished.

All fresh and lovely. And very much stranded in the dining room.

I did some light distressing as this is good for furniture that will be in transit. A little ding here or there won't stand out.

I kept the original hardware as it was so deliciously French...

The wonderfully mottled mirror was taped off as I couldn't remove it...

A new rail replaced the old hooks and my work was done.

By the time it left us, I was actually glad to see it go, not heartbroken  as I'd expected to be. We'd been squeezing past it for over 6 months as it took over the kitchen or dining room. Sometimes love just dies and there's nothing you can do about it.
It was clearly meant for someone else.

Back next time with the master bed/walk in wardrobe work which led to this...

Not great is it?
It was at this stage that I received an email from a journalist wanting to photograph the house for a magazine. Instead of jumping for joy, it just made me very very sad.

One day....

Sunday, 17 April 2016

The door headboard... for now.

The headboard is done. Sort of. Let's recap how it started...

Here's the door that cost nothing but our dignity as we dragged it half a mile.

It weighs a ton.

I sawed off one panel so that it would fit our double bed.

Then stripped the paint as it was all peeling off anyway. If it was sound I could have just painted over it.

I got some special brackets from ebay. ( Headboard Wall Mount Fixing Bolt Bracket Kit.)

One part slots inside the other. The outer section screws to the wall...

Extra holes drilled here as I put them in the wrong place. Damn measuring.

The inner part goes on the back of the headboard...

Then, if you've measured it all correctly you should be able to slide your two brackets into each other and your headboard is firmly mounted on the wall. Yesss! It worked. I did leave one of the brackets screwed on the door a little loose so I had a few mm of wiggle room if I needed it.

Using this wall mounting technique, you do get a little gap behind the headboard to accommodate the depth of the brackets.

I didn't want a little gap.
I designed a little pediment to sit on top of the headboard which would sit flush to the wall. I'd always planned on doing a fancy cornice to posh it up a bit but after extensive googling door headboards, I decided a very plain, MANLY pediment would work better.

Before pediment...

And after...

I wood glued and clamped the two strips to each other and stained them to match the original wood of the door. Then I screwed them on from the top, countersinking the screws so they could be filled and hidden.
There's still a little gap around the side of the headboard, but with the top flush to the wall, it doesn't matter.

I attached the pediment whilst the headboard was on the wall so that I didn't have to fanny around, working out my bracket depth and the amount of overhang needed. I just positioned it and drilled.

Next, it all had to come off the wall again for filling and another coat of stain. I was planning on painting and distressing but I wanted the wood that shows through the paint to be a uniform colour.

Painting was a source of disagreement. I wanted to do Chinoiserie in the panels!

Tasteful, elegant chinoiserie. Timeless and classical.

Jason was having none of it. He said he just wanted it painted one colour. All over. Flat.

My heart sank because I couldn't bring myself to do that. We discussed it. I badgered him until he said he really didn't care what I did.

Top tip; Start these conversations when your other half is watching football. Mine will agree to anything to make me shut up and go away. Headboards, it seems, are not as important as watching Liverpool.

But I compromised! That doesn't often happen.
I accept that he is a heterosexual male and doesn't want chinoiserie. Mostly because I still get to do some in my daughters room.

But I'm not bloody well painting flat solid paint.

I had a Dulux Trade paint sample made from a bit of the grey velvet they scanned in. The perfect paint colour for only a few quid. Before painting, I rubbed hard over all the edges with a candle so that the paint would distress easily in these areas.

And here's the result...

Sorry, I've not STYLED it properly with perfect pillows and uncreased bedding. Or the cellophane off the lamp...

Yes, it's very dark.

Certainly manly...

but perhaps slightly funereal?

Since ''finishing'' this headboard, I've had a NIGHTMARE finding curtains and curtain poles for this room and I've finally found some that are going to work.

But this headboard is now going to be repainted to match the curtains rather than the valance. And I will be much happier I think.

Jason couldn't care less. He's been so appalled and astonished by the anguish it has caused me choosing curtains and hanging devices, and the amount of time I've had to spend in curtain shops, (I'm not bloody making 90'' by 90''!) that he has thrown his hands up in despair over his entire bedroom and no longer wants to be consulted or informed.

Even if it involves Chinoiserie.

In other news, the armoire has now left the building and I didn't even get round to showing you that yet. Next time...

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Next project - The Master Bedroom...

There's been a lot going on around here. Don't mistake my silence for inactivity. Far from it. I've been so busy, it's been hard to stop and put finger to keyboard.

I set myself a deadline of the end of January to finish working on the ARMOIRE.  (Post to follow...)
I missed that by two weeks but I have a good excuse.
I rediscovered the joy of tapestry! I found this...

...lurking in my sewing stash and thought it should be completed to add to the tapestry stash. You know it makes sense. If I'm going to be Britains leading patchwork tapestry bag-making-upholsterer-extraordinaire when I grow up, it has to be done.

I swear I lost two weeks and may have a slight hunch now but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And of course it's not finished because I'm on the background now and that is very boring indeed.

But what was the armoire deadline all about? It was the only thing standing between me and starting the WALK IN WARDROBE in the master bedroom. I was itching to get cracking.

But what did I do instead? I built a bed. From scratch. I'm not sure if it was procrastination or fear of starting a bigger job but it seemed sensible. I bought a fancy (and scary) new saw so I figured I'd cut my teeth (no pun intended) on that, building furniture that would be masterfully hidden by upholstery.

Be still my beating heart...

Jason was going away for a few days so I thought it would give me ample time to get it completed as a surprise when he actually thought I was building a walk in wardrobe.
No, I didn't think that through.
Who would rather choose a bed over a walk in wardrobe?
Nobody, that's who.

And why, I hear you cry, if it's not still the seventies, would anyone dream of building a bed from scratch?

Well, I'll tell you. I recently replaced my silly little French bed with a proper English brass bed, and went from zero storage to 576 litres. It's a lot like having an extension! I can store so many boxes of fabric and wallpaper and tapestry and books and you name it. It's under there.

Life changing.

Plus it's so high, you just need to swing your legs out on a morning and you're almost standing up. It's a beautiful thing.

So in the master bedroom, (He snores. LOUDLY.) Jason had a king size divan bed from our last place that was too large for the room. It was low and had those crappy drawers that fall apart when you over fill them. And of course I over filled them. Plus the mattress was kind of sunken. That bed had had it's day.

We wanted a very particular bed-

  • High. Most shop bought beds are lower than we liked. High equals more storage.
  • No headboard. Most wooden beds have them incorporated. I want to do my own thing.
  • Seriously sturdy. Most modern wooden beds look like sticks of firewood to me. I wanted something you could jump on without fear of it snapping. You just never know when you might need to jump on a bed. 
  • No footboard. 

I couldn't find what I wanted.
My Dad always built beds at home. He built us bunk beds, then a double with built in bedside tables, then a kingsize.

So I decided to have a go. Here's the design...

Technical drawing might not be my thing.

{Technical details - I needed chunky wood for the outside frame, stud timber for the two central supports, floorboards for the slats, timber for the battens at each end for the slats to rest on, and chunky wood for the legs. I used joist hangers to hold the cross braces in place and coach bolts to hold the frame to the legs. Cost = £110 which would have come in much lower if Jason hadn't refused to drive with wood sticking out of the boot. I had to get more short pieces with more wastage.}

My lovely friend Jane came over to supervise my first cuts of the saw. I went from terrified to madly in love in the time it took me to do a few cuts. That saw is spot on.

It all went swimmingly until one corner just wouldn't square up. I realised that the wood was a bit warped and it wasn't my shoddy carpentry. Anyway, as I said, this bed is not designed to be a thing of beauty. I was planning to make a fitted valance to hide the whole thing.

This was my aim...

Costing squillions from the White Company, it was my inspiration. I wasn't planning on upholstering it quite like this but this was the look I was after. Except not that headboard.

Want to see mine?

I've only one floorboard slat in place at this point. The rest were screwed on with gaps between as mattresses need circulation. I took photos but they vanished.

I told you it wasn't a thing of beauty. It was also a little lower than I was expecting. Which, when it's made to measure is ridiculous. But measuring is my weakness.

Another disaster; there was a slight cock up with the mattress I ordered as I got the date wrong by a week. So poor Jason returned late from Europe to find he was sleeping on the old mattress on the floor which wasn't quite the exciting surprise I'd planned. Oops.

So the next job was the valance. This was a freaking NIGHTMARE. It took longer to make than the bed. I ripped seams out time and time again.

Lessons learned - Never, ever under any circumstances work with velvet again. Right sides together, the pile makes it move. I had to hand tack all the joins and it still moved.

It does look luxurious though. I got it at our local market, it's very thick and actually fire retardant so I can do a headboard with it if my other plan fails. I bought enough fabric just in case.

So here's a close up of the valance...

Forgive the floor. This room needs EVERYTHING doing to it.

It's not perfect but it serves its purpose.

And the bed?

Underneath, it's suitcase city!

The storage is deep enough luckily but we could have increased that space by using a less deep frame. Doh.

So next on the agenda is the headboard. I'm stalling because there's a lot of horrid measuring and spirit levelling.

I'm using this door...

I first told you about HERE.
I've already cut the door down as it was one panel too long.

And I stripped it because the paint was peeling off.

Huge improvement. Not! Watch this space to see if my plan works and I can turn it from a sows ear to a silk purse!

By the way, UK residents, you might have heard of an American show called Fixer Upper with Joanna and Chip Gaines? I found it on ITV BE so you can catch up on there and DROOL along with me!

Right. Headboard. Wish me luck...

Thursday, 10 March 2016

Great Interior Design Challenge Series 3...

Hopefully better late than never, here is my look back at Season Three of The Great Interior Design Challenge. The telly highlight of the year.

I got told off last year for revealing the winner when people hadn't watched it all yet, so this time I'm giving NOTHING away.

My daughter and I were glued to our TV for another year of harsh judgements, frightening wallpaper choices and shoddy paintwork. But who am I to criticise? It takes me 6 months to paint a wardrobe. I think that what the contestants achieve in three days is incredible. In three days I have just made a box valance for a bed. Three full days too.

Which is why I am not on this show.

From Peckham in London to castles in Scotland, Tom Dyckoff was constantly, ''Constantly taken aback by the huge variety of property styles in Britain.''

As I said last year, our own judging begins when we meet the contestants. I love the brief peep into their own homes. My favourite designers were the delightful Frankie who lives in chinoiserie splendour. Rob with his interesting facial hair and tweed jacket, Sarah; totally best friend material, Lucy-lovely-legs, Jamie, who I want to adopt, Anne with her exquisite Tyneside home and Craig who I want to move in with. His home was more ''me'' than my own home. Loved it. Some wonderful personalities.

Connie and I were enjoying the series so much that my husband even started watching. He became quite the expert. The Peak District episode led to the question, ''What was the brief? A bohemian drug den or a psychopaths kill room?''

I almost had to kick him out for daring to diss Daniel Hopwood. No. Not in my living room. Leave chiseled jawed Daniel alone or leave.

I think the designers did a remarkable job this series. The time constraints, some VERY awkward clients and the fact that the judges seemed to want revolutionary ideas over meeting the brief and creating coherent rooms, didn't help. Haven't they been on Pinterest? There's nothing that hasn't been done before.

We howled with rage as our favourites left the show. I was bowled over by Lucys stunning Scandinavian bedroom. Truly breathtaking. And we fretted for the finalists as they were judged by the fierce Kelly Hoppen.

I was happy with the winner. Were you?
You can catch up on BBC i player if you're quick.

Painted wardrobe post coming soon.
I promise.

Alicia Piper, your wallpaper is HERE

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

December... a little late!

Hello old friends and Happy New Year to you. I'm sorry I fell off the face of the earth again. I've had lots of difficult family stuff going on which is draining and I've been not just a bad blogger, but a bad blogging buddy, having failed to keep up with other peoples blogs.

Poor KATIE has had to cope all on her own with the terrible news that her true love, Joe Manganiello has gorn orf and married another woman. And I wasn't there to give a sympathetic virtual shoulder to cry on. Bad friend. Forgive me Katie. The man's a fool. What on earth does he see in her eh?

December is always a busy time. It's a scientific fact that time speeds up in December. I've had a MASSIVE clear out and sold lots of things on eBay which has been very time consuming.

I took a few pictures of the decorations but they're pretty much the same every year...

The mantel clock is 'new' to me.

Ooh look, there's my new sofa, I'm almost showing you!

A bit of an improvement on the old...

Anyway, more vintage decs...

Bauble placement is NOT my own. I'm getting good at letting Connie do it without getting all OCD and frightening her about breakages! I was actually glad of the help as Christmas decorating is a huge task.

This is my favourite part...

...opening the boxes to see the treasures I've collected! It's more thrilling than diving into a new box of chocolates!

I found another vintage German Christmas pyramid, this one smaller than the one I had a few years ago, so I passed that one on and kept the small one...

I also found a shade for the lamp above. I only use one of the pair because using two looks like a sacrificial alter, and I was thrilled to find this shade. I mean, it's not beautiful but I like the unusual shape so will probably recover it at some point. At the moment it has a papery shade which I think is fibre glass.
Jason says it looks like it's made from human skin and belongs on the set of Silence of the lambs.

So to freak him out, I drew a nipple on it.

Other naughtinesses have taken place...

Bad Bobby is a non believer.

And both he and Fat Freddy found their way onto Santas naughty list.

Christmas was quiet. And sad as my lovely Auntie passed away on Christmas eve.

New Years was more fun with some friends at a Turkish restaurant.

Now, I'm struggling to get used to the brutal alarm clock after a lazy school holiday. And struggling to get back into work mode. First job is THAT wardrobe which remains in the kitchen. As my husband likes to remind me on a daily basis.

I would make a New Years resolution to blog more, but I'd only break it...

Happy New Year to you dear readers! I hope 2016 is kind to you.