Another day, another brass lamp. This one came from the Habitat ReStore, and was $3.
Showing posts with label laundry room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laundry room. Show all posts
Monday, November 15, 2010
Another Lamp Meets My Insatiable Desire to Spray-Paint Things
I'm getting pretty efficient with this, I found. Wasn't my first rodeo. To the pictures!
Enter gold-braid-trimmed Goodwill lampshade, bought with another $3 lamp.. 5? 6 years ago? I didn't hang on to it on purpose, exactly... but it's managed to survive three moves. At least it's durable.
The living room rug came bound with these strips of woven canvas tape stuff. I saved them, to cover unsightly gold lampshade braid, of course. (Shrug.)
Wha-bam! 10 minutes with Rustoleum UltraCover in Slate Blue, and some hot glue.
This lamp sits in the Captain's Quarters and didn't have to match anything; I just wanted to paint it blue. I.. like to paint lamps. IS THAT A CRIME.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The Perils of Bath Rugs
So, this might come as a shock to y'all, but it turns out we have old plumbing.
The Mr. and I got back from a trip, started some laundry, and sat down for a we-just-spent-six-hours-in-the-car meal of pb&js. At some point we became aware of the (not-so-tranquil) sound of falling water coming from the guest bath. There, we find:
Awesome. We realize (with relief) that instead of all the nasty things it could be... (I shall allow you time to imagine) .. it appeared, instead, to be "gray water" from the washing machine. It smelled great, actually. "Spring Meadow" Gain, I believe.
Our fears of spilling sewage were then replaced with fears of exploding washing machines, so we went skidding into the laundry room, sure that there was going to be a mess. Nope again, but the utility sink appeared to be burping suds:
We just stood there for awhile, watching it gurgle. Though the suds eventually disappeared, the contents of the tub did not. Turns out the pipe that leads away from the washing machine is a smidge too small/not vented well enough for the giant capacity of our washing machine, so if something starts to accumulate (the culprit: a shaggy bath rug was losing pounds of lint, apparently) things in our house start spewing drain water.
Ah, the things you learn. Also, we had to pay somebody $150 for the 10 minutes it took to stick what looked like a GIANT roto-rooter down the tub drain.
So... what do you do?
The Mr. and I got back from a trip, started some laundry, and sat down for a we-just-spent-six-hours-in-the-car meal of pb&js. At some point we became aware of the (not-so-tranquil) sound of falling water coming from the guest bath. There, we find:
Awesome. We realize (with relief) that instead of all the nasty things it could be... (I shall allow you time to imagine) .. it appeared, instead, to be "gray water" from the washing machine. It smelled great, actually. "Spring Meadow" Gain, I believe.
Our fears of spilling sewage were then replaced with fears of exploding washing machines, so we went skidding into the laundry room, sure that there was going to be a mess. Nope again, but the utility sink appeared to be burping suds:
We just stood there for awhile, watching it gurgle. Though the suds eventually disappeared, the contents of the tub did not. Turns out the pipe that leads away from the washing machine is a smidge too small/not vented well enough for the giant capacity of our washing machine, so if something starts to accumulate (the culprit: a shaggy bath rug was losing pounds of lint, apparently) things in our house start spewing drain water.
Ah, the things you learn. Also, we had to pay somebody $150 for the 10 minutes it took to stick what looked like a GIANT roto-rooter down the tub drain.
So... what do you do?
- Pay somebody $150 every time this happens
- Widen the drain and add a vent
- Throw out the bath rug
Monday, March 30, 2009
WHAT GIVES.
This leaving-The-Dog-with-the-laundry? I have four words:
YOU FORGOT THE LOVESEAT.
I flap my door in your faces.
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