The jellybean mailbox I had made had been sitting on my front table for a few weeks before we finally hung it up outside. Mostly, the delay was because I hated our number sign and didn’t want to hang up the mailbox without a new one, but wasn’t sure if I wanted to attempt to make a sign or just buy one. After searching online and checking out a few big box stores for ideas, I stumbled across some MDF numbers at Walmart for less then $2.00 each and decided, of course I would just make my own.
I started with finding a scrap piece of wood in our basement, cutting it down to size and sanding the corners and edges to give it a softer, less severe look. I also pre-drilled the holes for screwing the sign to the wall.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted black on white or white on black, so I tested out both to see which I preferred. I dug into my existing paint supply and pulled out some black and white paints and got to work.
In the end, white on black won out. Next, I gave the base a few thorough coats of black acrylic paint and painted each of the numbers in a chalky finish.
I found some leftover gorilla glue from a previous project and decided to use it to attach the numbers to the sign. DIY tip, when you use gorilla glue, trust the instructions when it says to just use a small amount. If you ignore this tip and generously apply the glue, this is what happens:
I may have shed a tear as I scrapped away the excess glue and had to do a little bit of retouch with the paint to fix it up, but in the end I was still happy with the look.
I gave the entire sign, front to back, four coats of waterproof varnish as the sign would be outside and I wanted to make sure there was a good moisture barrier, especially with using MDF numbers. In the end, the entire project cost less then $10.00 because other then the numbers I bought, everything else was made using existing supplies we had in the house. I’m so happy with the way our front entrance way looks now.
Four years ago, after 18 months of hard work, I lost 108 pounds following Weight Watchers. I learned how to cook cleanly, instead of reaching for a package, learned how to run longer then two minute intervals and most importantly learned to take care of myself.
Over the past four years I’ve had my ups and downs with my weight. After training and running a half marathon, I gained back 10 pounds of the original 108 lost. When I stopped running 25-35 kms a week my metabolism took a bit of a beating and I just couldn’t stop that 10 pound gain. But, I found my groove again and was able to stop the weight gain there. I was okay with that gain as I still felt good and was comfortable in my skin and hey, 98 pounds of a loss was still pretty good.
Then, almost two years ago, we began a very stressful time at work and without realizing it, I gained 26 pounds over 8 months. I was floored by the gain, even though I shouldn’t have been surprised by it. I wasn’t moving and was making poor food choices, I took full responsibility of each of those pounds gained and worked hard last year to get them back off.
I decided to cancel my WW membership last fall thinking I could keep it under maintain my weight on my own. But here it is, end of February and after realizing my jeans were snug again, I finally got back on the scale to see that sure enough, I’d gained another 10 pounds since fall.
It’s a slippery slope of 10 pounds turning into 100 pounds that I’m not willing to let happen. So, today I signed back up for WW and know that I can get these 10 pounds off by following plan.
The plan does work. You just have to want it. And boy, do I want it.
I love the New Year. I love that it’s cold outside and we spend our evenings cozy in front of the fireplace reading or watching movies or playing board games. I love the possibility of new beginnings, new adventures and opportunities. But mostly, I love the feeling of wanting to start fresh and an entire 12 months with a blank slate in front of me.
We’re in the fourth week of the year and I’ve already re-organized my both linen closet and pantry. I’m eyeing my closet and dresser drawers, both of which are currently bursting at the seams. Last year, we went through a major purge of ‘stuff’ and I thought I was done. But this year it feels like a challenge to do it again. I’ve decided that 2019 is the year of less. Less possessions and less purchases. Why do I feel the need to shop for things that I don’t need or that just make me happy at that moment? How many platters does one family really need?
A few days ago I was on twitter and saw that everyone was talking about Marie Kondo and how many books she feels you should own. I’ll be honest, at first I laughed and thought, not me! There’s no way I could live without my books. I have nearly every book I’ve read over the past 22 years. Stacks of books filling book shelves, two rows deep. My books make me happy, they’re comforting and I love to look at them. But then, a few days later, I began thinking of it more and more.
Over the summer I finally brought all my childhood books to my niece. I’d been holding onto them for 30’ish years, boxes of books about babysitter and blonde twins. Books about vampires and witch craft and ghosts. My niece, an avid reader, welcomed them with open arms. It was hard to part with such a big piece of my childhood, but one day it just occurred to me that they were going to waster and what was the point of a book if not to be read. The books had been sitting in boxes through several moves, enough was enough.
Thinking about my childhood books, I gave myself a challenge. I went to my book shelves and, book by book, I went through and thought about each of them. Did I enjoy the book? Would I read the book again? Did the book give me joy? And as it turns out, a lot of them didn’t.
After one run through of all the titles I ended up with a pile of books that I couldn’t imagine ever reading again. Books that yes I may have enjoyed 5 or even 15 years ago, but why was my attachment to them so strong that I had to keep them knowing I would never read them again.
So this is my starting pile. My Aunt volunteers at a woman’s shelter and these will be on their way to the shelter’s library. I’m giving it two weeks and I’ll give my books another run through and see how many more I can add. Books were definitely meant to be read and it’s time for me to let them go.
Back in January, I thought that being woken up at 3am by fire fighters pounding on your door was the scariest thing to live through. Turns out, I was wrong. Having a stranger pound on your door at 9pm, while you’re getting your son ready for bed, to yell at you to get out of the house because the house next door is on fire, is much, much worse.
That’s exactly what happened to us earlier this week and I have to tell you, it’s awful. Standing outside watching the flames just a few feet from our house, the embers landing on our roof, I was convinced that our house was going to burn down. Just that afternoon our home insurance renewal came through and was I trying to figure out how we could possibly call the insurance company just 10 months later to tell them this.
People often talk about what they would grab during a fire, or an emergency. If you had just minutes to decide, what would you take? Over the years I’ve had this discussion with people and I’ve always thought; paperwork (birth certificates, etc), money, pictures and certain jewelley that means a lot to me.
During the flood when we were evacuated, I wasn’t worried about our house being destroyed because I figured the water could only go so high. I knew the city workers were on the way to shut off the water so I grabbed my sons and my iPad and our winter gear and headed out the door. We were still in our pyjamas, but my parents only live down the street and I figured by daylight, once the hydro was shut off, we’d be allowed back in the house to get more items.
The fire was a different story. Once we realized what was going on, we saw the flames through our back and side windows. They were just a few feet from our house. I didn’t think about pictures or money or objects or anything like that at all. I scooped up my dog while yelling for my husband and son. I only thought of my purse because it happened to be sitting at my entry way table by the front door. We threw on shoes and ran out the door, without even grabbing winter jackets. We literally left with the clothes on our back and that was all.
Somehow, the universe looked out for us. The wind was blowing in the right direction and the dampness from the day of rain protected our house. My heart is broken for our neighbors who are now homeless. Their house pretty much burned down and hardly anything could be salvaged. Other then a few scorch marks, some bubbled paint and a cracked side glass entry door, our house was spared.
Standing on the front lawn watching the fire department battling the blaze all I could think of was the year we’ve had. Beginning with the flood, the asbestos nightmare, I stood there thinking to myself, I’m not sure how much more I can take. But then a neighbor pointed out my son and I didn’t have jackets and rushed to grab one for us both and I thought about it. We were safe. Again. When the time came and I had to decide, all that mattered to me to save, was us.
I love my house. I love my things. I love my pictures and books and memories. But more then anything, I love us.
I’ve slowly been working on updating our master bedroom. At the end of the summer, I painted a side table to match our headboard and have been searching for new/old dressers to paint for months. Along with the dressers, I’ve been keeping an eye on sales for a new square picture frame for my favourite picture that hangs in our bedroom.
It occurred to me a few days ago that perhaps I didn’t need a new frame after all. I grabbed my paint box and found the white paint and took apart the picture frame to get to work. If you were wondering just how cheap I am, well I’m cheap enough that I’d rather paint an existing picture frame then buy an entire new one!
It only took a couple of coats but it covered up quite nicely. A quick coat of varnish and I didn’t have to search for a new frame any longer!
I love the Jellybean row houses in Newfoundland. The colours, the shapes, everything about them appeal to me. A few years ago I noticed someone in my neighborhood had a jellybean row house mailbox and I’ve wanted one ever since. I’ve kept my eyes out at craft sales, but never found one. I searched online and found some beautiful crafted mailboxes, but they’re all more then what I’d be willing to spend on a mailbox.
A couple of months ago I started to think about how I could make my own jellybean mailbox. I love crafting but wasn’t sure if I had the skill or patience to take on this project. I found a simple black metal mailbox at Home Depot for less then $17.00 and decided to give it a shot. A quick trip to the craft shop and $15.00 on paint later, I was ready to start.
I decided on five colours and played with the paint bottle arrangement until I found the colour scheme I wanted
I began my painting the front of the mailbox white. I wanted a nice clean slate and was worried that the paint wouldn’t cover over the black well.
Next, I used painters tape and taped off areas so that it was broken down into five paint-able sections. I forgot to take a picture of this step, but I painted three of the sections first, then once fully dried I taped up those sections and painted the remaining two. It ended up taking a couple of coats of paint each colour in order to get a nice cleat coating of paint.
I was worried about how I would paint the windows and doors as I don’t have a steady hand and am not the greatest at painting or drawing straight lines. I dug through my craft cupboard and found little square tiles that I could use as a guide. I lined up seven, two for a door and five for windows, and using a fine tipped sharpie, outlined the tiles. After I outlined each section/house, I used a fine paintbrush and carefully painted the insides of all the squares.
I struggled with outlining the black windows and doors, but found an oil based sharpie white paint pen at the crafting store. Of course I had a coupon, so it cost only $4.00. Using a ruler as a guide, I traced the shape of the doors and windows with the white sharpie paint pen. I varnished the front with four coats of leftover Americana varnish in matte and was very happy with the results.
After spending only $36.00 in supplies, I finally ended up with the Jellybean Row house mailbox I wanted.