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Today I am continuing the story of the wedding chest of drawers! For the previous installment, see here.

Sanding the chest of drawers was quite rewarding - the chipped dark varnish came off fairly easily and soon we could see the grain of the wood. We mostly used the electric sander, and then sanded the edges and curvy bits by hand. We used a coarse sandpaper and then a finer one. Some of the wood came up better than the rest. Below is the top of the chest, mid-sand:

And here is the front of one of the three little drawers:

 We thought these looked quite nice. No obvious bashes, and the wood (which we think is oak) was a nice colour. Same with the sides of the chest. The drawer fronts, however, were a different matter. They were a very thin laminate and we couldn't sand all of the varnish off without being worried that the laminate would split.

Remember I said that originally I wanted to paint the whole thing? Well, once we saw the lovely oak, I wasn't so sure. It seemed such a shame to cover it up again. But the big drawer fronts were definately not nice enough to remain uncovered. Dilemma. We decided to paint only the big drawer fronts, and see what it looked like with a kind of mixed-up wood-and-paint effect. I originally bought a can of white paint for this, but looking at the colour of the rest of the chest, we thought a creamier colour might be better.

Very happily, our landlord has left a whole shed full of what he terms 'household items', which we can use. Mostly they are not things that we would much want to use - massive bag of fishing rods and some mouldy camping chairs, anyone? Also in there however are many, many cans of paint. He must've loved painting. I rummaged around and found a few cans of satin (semi gloss) paint which I thought might be good. They were all Farrow & Ball. We are possibly paying too much rent!

After a few test patches, I decided to use one that was rather misleadingly named 'daffodil'. It was sort of yellowy white. I found the primer I had bought from Homebase, painted the fronts of two big drawers, watched as the primer ran down the sides of the drawers, felt silly, found some masking tape, masked the edges of the other two drawers, and primed them too. Then I painted on a couple of coats of the Farrow & Ball. Here we go:

Primed big drawers!

Apologies for my rubbash iphone pictures. I really must sort that out. The colour is terrible.

I am making this painting thing sound a lot more straightforward than it really was. The reality was, we were doing this in November in the UK, in a house with no garage. The room-of-many-uses was too small to hold the drawers and it was dark and rainy outside, so we were painting in our dining room. Rented house plus cans of paint plus wooden floorboards plus busy clumsy people = a bit terrifying! We were pirouetting around dustsheets and drying drawers for days, trying not to knock over paint cans or get stripes of drying drawer edges on our trousers. Finally, success! We put the drawers back into the chest! Then we looked at it. For quite a while. Should we paint the whole thing? Is it better like this? Do we think it's better like this because we can't face painting the whole thing and continuing the dance of terror with paint pots in the dining room?! This is what it looked like. What do you think?!

A nice warm thing

Just wanted to drop in to show you this. I thought it might happy things up a bit as it is nice and pretty, unlike the ongoing chest of drawers story, which is currently ugly and dusty..

In my previous post, you can see a picture of some drawers on the floor, with a set of double doors behind them. The drawers are in our dining room, and lead through into the room with no name.. or more accurately the room with many names.. the utility room/ garden shed/ laundry / sledge storage / toolshed/ workshop / mud room / garage. This room is invaluable but also inhumanly cold in winter, as it is single-glazed and has no heating. Those double doors that you can see have a finger-sized gap at the bottom of them, so in winter a wind blows through into the dining room as if from a sort of Bathothian tundra.

One day, feeling in a crafty mood, I decided I would EXCLUDE that draft from our lives. Hooray! I got lots of fabric scraps that I had left over from our wedding decorations, and a few other projects, and cut out some rectangles using my cutty mat, big massive ruler and rotary cutter (if you do anything with fabric you NEED to own these excellent things, they make the boring bits much better!):



Note essential hedgehog pincushion (from my bridesmaids) and sewing-box house (see here!)

 I then sewed the big rectangles together, chopped them horizontally into three, flipped the middle bit over, and sewed it back together so I had a long, thinnish bit of patchwork. I sewed some extra bits of fabric with hearts on it just to make it a bit more pretty. And to appeal to husband. Haha! Then I just hemmed the ends and sewed the long ends together to make a tube. I threaded ribbon through the ends and pulled one end tight to close it.

Next, I looked around for something to stuff it with. I generally save all my fabric scraps so thought I might use those, but I wanted to be able to wash this as it will spend its time being kicked around on the floor and couldn't bear the idea of either making a liner or emptying all the scraps out to wash it. Then I had a stroke of genius. GENIUS! Remember I told you we got some lovely new bedlinen when we got married? Well, we were overrun with old bobbled duvet covers. I took one of them, folded it into three, rolled it up and hey presto! Perfect. Here is the finished thing.. so proud!

Sand man

We had left off at the point where we were about to visit one of my favourite places. I am not sure why Homebase is one of my favourite places really. We regularly go there, mill around and then leave at least £50 lighter with stretchy massive carrier bags full of rather dull house things. I'm fairly sure we could have got a lot of nice clothes/shoes/spa breaks/cars/houses with the money we have spent there. The thing is though, a trip to a DIY shop really does seem to make your house nicer, even if it does involve buying for example overpriced yet morally acceptable light bulbs, and perhaps some wood filler.

This particular homebase trip was v exciting because for once we would be spending money on things that were for US, rather than things to fix our rented house. More specifically, the things we were buying were for our new family member here:

Yep, he was in for the works. New skin (ooch), new clothes and new accessories and even new um, drawer-y liners! Woohoo! A facelift for the child from the fifties!

First stop was the sanding aisle. I had in mind to paint the entire thing, drawers and body and all. First step to painting furniture like this (ie lacquered veneered / solid wood) is to sand it sand it sand it. This takes the shine off, smooths out any dings from the sixty years of faithful service, and roughs up the surface for the paint to stick to. Seeing as there is a whole lotta wood here, we thought we'd 'invest' in an electric sander. After much deliberation, we bought a Bosch one. I think it's cos I like saying the name, and it sounds a bit Germanic, like husband. Also, the only other brand-name sander that was in our budget was called 'the mouse', had terrible reviews, was smaller than my palm, looked more like a clothes iron than anything to do with DIY, and the shop demo version was broken. No dice, mousey.

Then we picked up some primer and some satin-finish paint, a squillion brushes, face masks for the sanding and some spare sanding sheets. We went to the till and left, £50 lighter with stretchy massive carrier bags full of marginally-less-dull-than-usual things. Got home, and used the electric screwdriver (my favourite power tool!) to remove all the brass hardware from the drawers. We kept it all with the screws etc in little bags in case we fancied reattaching it later. We then got some polyfiller (wood filler would have been better but it had vanished in abyss cupboard) and filled in the holes where the handles had been:

Drawers out, handles off, holes filled!

 Next job: sanding! This was very exciting. We knew that once the lacquer was off, we would be able to see his true colours! Would he be a beauty or a beast???

Our spacious, purpose-built, dedicated workshop. Ahem!

Drawing up a plan

So where were we? Hmm. I think we were talking about places to put sheets. Not perhaps the most exciting start to a novel, but ok for a blog I think... and the story involves power tools. :)

We were given some money for our wedding, along with some lovely new sheets and towels. We decided to spend the money on a new chest of drawers. Problem was, after perusing ebay, second hand shops, argos, pine shops, department stores all chest of drawers we found that all chests of drawers are either rubbish, ugly or very expensive. We have long been fans of IKEA for affordable, functional furniture but to be honest after having moved house with it so many times the functionality of our furniture has become somewhat limited. It's all kind of rickety and drunkenly leaning on the nearest wall.

We wanted something solid, ie that you could sit on if you were so inclined, with wooden drawer bases that wouldn't plummet into the drawer below. Buying rubbish furniture seemed futile, and expensive furniture seemed silly whilst this:

Can you tell I love this picture? NO LONGER ON THE MARKET!!! BECAUSE IT'S SOLD!! :D:D

was in our lives. So, we went on a hunt for a loveable, strong, yet UGLY chest of drawers. It had to be local, it had to be mostly wood, it had to be big and it had to fit in the back of our 2003 Yaris. Well, a few hours of ebay stalking later, he was ours!

You can't tell too well from the above picture, but he was pretty beat up when we got him home. I think he'd lived near a basin at some point as a lot of the varnish was sort of chipping off. There was a very sticky patch where a little hook had been stuck on the side - maybe for a towel? I love that he came from a Georgian Bathothian residence. We picked him up from a flat which had just been bought by a girl, and he'd come with the flat when she bought it from an old lady. So he is a long-established Bath resident.

So, we were left with a slightly grubby, chipped and frankly a bit ugly chest of drawers in our dining room, and £40 in the chest of drawers budget. Off we went to Homebase! One of my favourite daytime places!!

Possessions...

Hello again. So while we were waiting for this to sell:

..we spent a lot of time on the phone to estate agents and solicitors. And an awful lot of time waiting around for estate agents and solicitors to be on the phone to us. We were fairly convinced that the sale was going to fall through every second of every day (we hadn't had much luck with selling it in the past..) and were totally full of nervous energy. This manifested itself in many ways, mostly (to bf's dismay) by increasing my instinct to organise and 'rationalise' our possessions.

We have a LOT of stuff. We are not sure how this can be. Neither of us ever buys anything really. The only new things that we brought into our house last year arrived in grocery bags. And no, they weren't X-boxes and shoes and clothes and CDs cunningly disguised as carrots. They were in fact carrots. So, the only explanation is that the stuff is a) old, b) coming in through the letterbox, or c) carrots.

Carrots are easy enough to dispose of and I don't think they are contributing to the majority of our clutter. The stuff coming though the letterbox is however a real problem. Torrents of it. Every day. Pretty much all of it is for bf (husband now!) and therefore requires Husband to sort it. Husband is always at work, or wishing to drink tea, go out and do something fun, or do laundry (aww!). No time to sort piles of paper. Problem was, the piles of paper were exacerbated at the time by the flat selling. It was rather depressing to file all these bits of paper which claimed that the flat was going to be sold when we were sitting there convinced that every phone call that didn't happen meant that the buyer had vanished. So we put them all in piles in the spare room and shut the door. Problem (temporarily) sorted!

The final category of stuff (if you've been keeping up here..!) is... category A, "old". I think a side-effect of not really buying anything new is a reluctance to throw out anything old. So we had kept all the housey things that we both had at uni. They were all coming up for ten years old and really, how many old towels do two people need? With the VERY EXCITING arrival of John Lewis wedding list presents imminent, we decided to sort out the Old. We started with linen. This was PARTICULARLY exciting for husband. Mehe! I decided we needed more storage. Up to this point, our at-least-ten-year-old linen (some of which was actually wedding presents given to my parents - quality!!) was stored in the landlord's old IKEA baby changing unit. It was not ideal as it was completely falling to bits. I got on ebay and started the Hunt. It was full of suspense but it has turned out brilliantly.

TBC!

Back in the game, again!!

I know I am always saying I've been busy. But this time, I really WAS very busy. Three weeks after my last post, we were busy doing this:

Best. Day. Ever.

Then, we went off on a lovely honeymoon. We went with an animal theme. A week in Turkey, a week in Wales. Nice and diverse! And very relaxing. Purrfect. 

Cocktails and a swim..

..topped off with a little bit of Lake Vyrnwy :)

Then, just before Xmas, we were terribly busy running around like mad people selling this:

No longer on the market indeed!!

The flat that we still owned in London that was creating a bit of hot water for us in Bath! Second. Best. Thing. Ever! 

I have lots of exciting plans for 2012, many involving machines. Bicycling machines, typing machines, sewing machines, rowing machines! It's great to think that perhaps we will have a bit of time to relax, do some things that we love, see people who live near and far, and enjoy being in the Bath! 

Lots of love and see you soon!

Season of very mellow fruitfulness

Hello from casa Bath. Hope you are all well.

I realised that I harped on about the garden quite a bit earlier this year, but haven't mentioned it lately. Let's have a quick recap.

In the spring, we went all rural and planted courgettes, butternut squi, big tomatoes, small tomatoes, a pumpkin (courtesy of Tom & Barbara of Bath), onions, chillis, lupins and sweet peas. Several of these specimins were given a distinct evolutionary advantage by being nurtured indoors, in special compost, in a seed tray under a clear plastic lid. We followed their progress with great interest and even took them with us on a two-week sojurn back to Hampshire at a critical point in their development.

Here is a quick update.
Big tomatoes: there is an acutal NEST of spiders living in the big tomato plants so I haven't got too close. No
enticing orange ones seen from a safe distance, though.

Small tomatoes: more luck here, despite unfortunate sun/shrivelling incident whilst we were at Glastonbury. Got about twenty red tomatoes. Unfortunately they have diameters of only about 1cm,and are VERY mushy. Major success (given the rest of the haul).

Courgettes: two of ten plants have survived the slug/snail pit that is our garden. So far, we have had four courgettes. Second major success!

Pumpkins: Well. I am not exactly an organic gardener. Have surrounded pumpers (and courgos) with slug pellets. Garden in the sunshine is now like some sort of post-apocolyptic action set. Dead snails and slugs giving off a peculiar odour, and massive bluebottles feeding off the corpses. This did mean, however, that pumpers was spared the ravishing of the snails. The vine has grown to about 8ft long. Unfortunately however, it is being overtaken by some sort of creeping mildew which kills the leaves one at a time, about as quickly as the vine grows new ones. It is not very picturesque. There have been three pumpkins, and all have rotted and fallen off when about 2inches big (small). Not major success. Tom and Barbara, however, have a sister plant that has grown two whopping pumpkins. Our garden unfortunately overly plagued by pestilance and fungus..

Chillis: Potential massive success! Have kept them inside. Got about eight plants here plus several branches of the chilli family in Hampshire and London all going strong. Our biggest plant is five feet tall and has five chillis on it.

Onions: Pretty much a disaster. The leaves all got eaten by slugs, and then a fox moved into the onion bed, dug them up and pooed in the hole. We don't talk about the onions any more.

Pre Mr Fox: i never knew onions flowered! Ahh.

So, there you have it, the highlights of our vegetable-growing year. The best seasonal things I have eaten recently have come from my parents' garden. Every time I have seen them recently we have come away laden with bags of tomatoes and green beans and apples. Spending less time fighting slugs and repelling foxes, and more time driving up the M4 to visit the parental Eden, might be a more fruitful way to spend next summer!

Bf savaging the parental beans and toms. Note I had already eaten half a bowl of soup. I love the wedding dress shop!!! (!)

Apple crumbles (but you usually slice it..)

Right, that's it for now! Lots going on here as always. I'm about to go to the gym to hang out with the elite athletes of Bath (ahem).. see you soon!