Thank you for all your warm wishes on the house bashing/remodeling. Because you all asked so nicely I am going to post some pictures! Unfortunately I don’t have that many good “before” ones, so I’m going to see if I can find some from past tenants. Which would be awesome. We shall see.
In other news I have finally opened an etsy shop. Right now it doesn’t have too many things in it, but there are still some gems! I’ll give you one guess what the shop is called…
ok it’s SPRINKLES THE PONY!
I will be selling cards and prints and little things. I don’t have a job yet, still, (unless you would like to give me one) so I figure this is a fun way to be productive while I look for one!
I have a sidebar link on the side but I know a lot of you use that fancy google reader. I’m fairly insecure and selfconcious about sharing my ponies with the world, but I figure I don’t have much else to do/lose so why not! Plus every one and their mom has an etsy shop.
Here’s a picture of one of my pony cards, I made them with my gocco:
And yes, “I’m a big deal in China” Barnes, the pony figurine is completely necessary.
I would love it if you hopped over and checked it out. You of course don’t have to, but I can see how many people view the shop and when my numbers go up it makes me feel good about myself. Which I need right now seeing as how I’m unemployed in Provo Utah.
So there’s my unabashed self-promotion. I hope you’re all doing well.
That’s Home and Garden TV for those of you who don’t frequent THAT type of channel.
Eric and I have been in makeover/remodel/cleaning 4-year-old filth CITY for the past two weeks. When we arrived to his house in Provo…well let’s just say it wasn’t in the best shape.
No, let’s not just say that. Let’s say: IT WAS DISGUSTING. I mean make your head spin gross. And my standard of clean is not even that high people. When I moved the oven to clean behind it I found baby toys. Maybe that doesn’t sound that weird to you. But it will after I enlighten you with the fact that Eric has owned the house for three years and rented to single men the whole time. Yeah, that means those baby toys have been sitting in their oven-encrusted-filth for at least four years. HELLO! The carpet in the front room looked like, as Eric likes to say, someone had poured coke all over it and then rubbed dirt in to seal the deal.
One of the bedrooms was lilac, which is fine if you’re a female under the age of 6, but unfortunately neither of us are, and this lilac bedroom was fashionably paired with dark forest green carpet. Worse than the tackiness of it all was the fact that after being married I know just how yucky boys can be. So the thought of using their same carpet was a mental no go. The linoleum, sigh, kitchen floor looked like it hadn’t been mopped in a decade. And the toilet well…we bought a new one immediately.
It was a full week of 7am-12am days before we could even begin to move in the furniture. It’s crazy how differently you clean as a home owner. As a renter a little wipe down seems sufficient for most surfaces. But as an owner I’m like a one-woman-wrecking crew on grime and scum. It was a ton of work but thankfully we had a lot of help. Eric’s fabulous amazing father, Michael, donated probably 40 hours of grueling slave labor. He ripped up carpet, painted, “I’m really good at painting,” he informed me. And he is! He sanded and scrubbed. And all the while I just tried to keep up with Michael Roberton’s stamina for home repair.
Eric’s whole family pitched in. Andrea’s husband and brother-in-law came over and helped install new baseboards after we took the coke/dirt carpet out. They were amazing. It was grimy and gross, but watching so many people help us was really humbling and wonderful. We’re glad to be around family.
Anyway, we ripped out carpet, refinished wood floors (rented a giant sander and everything) got new carpet in the bedrooms (adios green nightmare) and painted and cleaned like our lives depended on it. Then and only then did we unpack our car and move the furniture in.
There’s still a lot of unpacking and organizing to do, but things are looking good. I’ve been trying to take lots of pictures so I’ll post some soon. Well, that’s probably a lie, but my intentions are pure.
Today my big mission is to paint a table. It’s actually the same table I painted about a year ago. I painted it yellow and it was fun and spunky in our last place. But then when we moved it into this kitchen we realized just how yellow it is. Our SLC apartment had horrible light and this kitchen has a huge window with lots of natural light. So now the yellow table that was once fun and peppy is a GIANT eyesore that, like the sun, causes partial blindness if stared at too long.
I miss writing. I miss you. I hope you’re doing well and feeling loved. And if you’re not, well I love you. Kisses and hugs to anyone reading.
Eric and I are leaving in the morning to head on back to Utah! I never EVER EVER thought I would be this exited to go to Utah. This snotty Southern California girl has sure come a long way.
But for all my bellyaching, I really had an amazing summer out here in Philly. Even though I didn’t post much…a lot happened. I know it will always be something I look back on with fondness. Like most life experiences, it was of course about the people I was able to spend my time with.
I found a new bestie, one of the most amazing people in the world. I learned how to cross the street like a REAL Philadelphian, which means not caring about the cars having to screech to a halt to avoid me. I was able to travel all over the east coast and truly understand the meaning of “lush.” I was able to take an incredibly boring audio tour in a car with one too many people through Gettysburg…while Eric took the history very seriously and fought to hear the monotone voice drone on about battles while the rest of us tried to find a place to buy fudge after wards. I was able to attend a county fair that actually had a ride called, “The Devil’s Den.” I was able to have a dog…for four days. I splashed in the mist of Niagara Falls! I used my sewing machine to make a makeup bag, a summer shirt, two baby kimonos, a yoga bag and mend Eric’s friends pants. I made stationary of Sprinkles the Pony…and will be selling it on Etsy, I designed two sets of wedding invitations and learned how to bake pie! I sold my very first car. I lost five pounds. And then I gained six. I ate at at least five restaurants that were in one way or another featured on the Food Network! I learned Who Thinks They Can Dance. And most importantly, I spent countless hours, driving and playing and cooking with my husband, learning about him and learning from him.
Yes ladies and gentlemen. It has been an amazing four months. I have NO idea what I will be doing when I get home. I have no idea if that kid named Lex has moved his stuff out of our house so we can move in. And I still have no idea what I am supposed to do with my life other than just keep on loving.
I do know, however, that I married the most wonderful man in the world. And even though it has been a wild ride, I wouldn’t have wanted to share it with anyone else.
Perhaps you will recall MONTHS ago when I complained of car troubles with my little 2001 Jetta? Something about a timing belt, blah blah blah, $900 dollars, gag gag gag, having to spend the night in St. George, humph. Well since then “Jet Blue” as I like to call him, has been nothing but TROUBLE. And if you aren’t accustomed to getting a VW or other German car fixed, it’s expensive and it’s a chore. Especially because in Utah you can’t take your car to the Ken Garff VW dealer because they are spawns of Satan, lie, and when they change your oil plug they might not put it in correctly and it could possibly fall out and leave you stranded in Point of Rock Wyoming on a cross-country trip. And when you call to tell them about this, they won’t care. MOVING ON.
Eric kept trying to tell me that once a car has a certain number of miles on it you just have to fix things. He said, “Cars cost money babe, it’s not a one time purchase.” And I said, “But I don’t want to spend money, babe! I won’t have any left to make another purchase!” And then he would no longer allow me to accompany him on trips to the shop because I would pout and get depressed and occasionally accost mechanics.
But what started as routine “fixes” turned into ridiculous problems, and thousands, and thousands, and yes I could add four more thousands, of dollars. Every mechanic saying: “This COULD fix it, this SHOULD fix it, but you never know with these VW’s.” However, even though we were handing over our money time and time again, it was never long before the damn “check engine” light popped up again and I was sent down another rage-filled spiral at my car that any 16-year-old girl would kill for.
Somehow we got Jet Blue across the country to Philly. But after a couple weeks the little guy just kind of gave out. We took him to three shops out here before finding “Chris.” Chris was a good guy, an honest guy. Chris pointed to all the things in our engine/car that we got ripped off on. Thanks Chris. Chris told us he’d try to fix it but he didn’t want us to spend any more on that car cause it wasn’t worth it. So Chris attempted to cheaply fix the problem twice before giving us the bad news: we needed a new transmission.
I know nothing about cars, but I’ve found that if I have heard of a car part, then it’s usually really really expensive. Unfortunately I had heard tales of these, how you say, “transmissions.”
Now Jet Blue could run, and most of the time he’d start. But what happened is he went into what they refer to as “Limp Mode.” Which sounds like a euphemism for an erectile dysfunction I know, but cut Jet Blue some slack. He wants as much vroom as the next guy, but I guess he just can’t handle a gal like me.
Eric and I went online to look up 2001 Jetta problems and apparently the car is some kind of lemon. They all have TONS AND TONS of problems after about 100,000 miles, (ours started at 80,000) and they frankly aren’t worth the money it takes to fix them. Information that would have been useful 8 MONTHS AGO. Or perhaps 8 YEARS AGO! Now I know why all my high school friends had Honda Civics, THEIR CARS ARE STILL RUNNING.
Long story made LONGER, we decided to sell Jet Blue for what we could out here, and be done with him. Even if we forked over the THOUSANDS to fix his transmission Chris said he wasn’t even sure if that would do it. And we wouldn’t feel safe driving him back across the country.
The rest of the process had a shocking similarity to when I sold the dog. (Remember when I had a dog?) And we didn’t get that much more for the car then we did for sweet little Pony.
BIG SURPRISE a man called SO EXCITED and said, “Oh! My daughter will love this car!” We told him everything that was wrong, but he said he was confident he could fix it, and drove down from Baltimore last night to claim Jet Blue for yet another naive 16-year-old girl.
Even though it was rough at the end, I’ll always remember the good times we had. That car saw a lot of BYU coed action. He saw a lot of Poway High School action…He helped me TP a lot of houses, do a lot of creepy “drive-bys.” He was there for me when I needed a place to be alone, a place to cry, a place to break up with boyfriends, and place to fall in love with my husband.
So we said our parting words, and then Muhammad and two of his very nice friends from Baltimore handed over a very small wad of cash, and I watched him putt-putt away into the thick Philadelphia night air.
Something about selling a car, not getting any money for it, and not having enough money to buy a new car, well something about all that, made me feel very grown up. Usually I feel like I’m pretending to be an adult. But that transaction, at least for the night, made it seem real.
Now that the car is sold we’ve decided to drive home to Utah in Eric’s truck (our only car is a two-seater, sigh) on Sunday. A week sooner than we had planned. So I guess you could say a week early, a car short?