For the last three years my concept of “decorating” has been limited to compulsively saving things to my Pinterest boards. Because, you know, I’ve been in a constant state of tearing houses apart, rebuilding them, and then moving out before I get a chance to hang so much as a picture on the wall. But lo’ and behold folks, I do believe I decorated something this weekend…
Granted, I used galvanized pipe and old barn wood, but I’m not exactly one for rearranging candles and throw pillows or whatever. I like to build stuff.
This was a bit of an unintentional project, but it only took about an hour and I squeezed it in among some of my other weekend activities. But before I start in on what I did, let me talk a little bit about why…
After the painters finished up Thursday (and more than one late-night painting session by yours truly) the front entry looked a little something like this…
I know, I just snuck that whole “hey look, I painted the doors in the entryway red” thing in on you, didn’t I? Well, I may have given you a sneak peak on facebook, but this is how it all turned out in the end.
The walls are BMoore’s Roycroft Mist Gray, and the doors are Valspar’s Heirloom Red. I went with Heirloom Red out of sentiment, because it’s the color I picked out to paint the kitchen cabinets in my very first house seven years ago. This was when I a.) just started blogging, b.) frequently buzzed my hair, and c.) had no idea what the shit I was doing.
(No kidding, when I bought that house I told all of my friends I would have it fixed up in three months. Ha. Ha ha. So effing clueless.)
The much older and wiser version of me has no illusions about anything in this house being finished in the next three months, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make a little progress here and there. In the entry, for example, getting most of it painted was huge progress, and even though I really like the colors, something about the very clean and flat looking paint just didn’t feel quite right. And you know what happened then… I had an idea.
I felt like I needed to add a bit of that farmhouse industrial look (that I’m so fond of pinning) to this space to make it look a little less pristine, so I started toying with some ways to add some old barn wood to the room. Almost immediately I decided to use some of the 1″ galvanized pipe I’ve been hoarding in the shop to hang my wood “sign” from. An idea definitely reminiscent of my favorite closet that ever existed in the Memorial House…
So I’ve basically managed to combine my favorite features from both of my previous houses into this eight foot space in my entry way. I’m not sure if this is impressive, or if I’ve now just used up all of my good ideas.
Regardless, once I figured out which pieces and parts I wanted to use, I pulled together some pipe strapping and hooks to attach everything together…
Here’s how I made the straps to hang the S-hooks from..
I toyed with the idea of leaving the metal galvanized, and if it had a nice patina to it, I would have gone that way. In the end it was just too shiny though. (I like how I say “in the end” as if I spent more than 38 seconds thinking about it.)
Flat black spray paint and a little time in the sun, and she’s ready to hang. Which hanging a seven foot long pipe contraption that weighs a good 35-40 pounds is a fun little challenge, but don’t worry… I outsmarted gravity this time.
I actually only put one extraneous hole in the wall doing this, which, for a girl who isn’t overly fond of taking accurate measurements, is pretty good.
It’s currently a blank sign because I wanted to get a feel for it before committing to either painting something on the wood or potentially finding some old metal letters to use. Once I got it up there, though, it occurred to me that this is the first non-functional thing I’ve built or hung in this house. Which I do believe qualifies as decorating. My Martha gene may be making an appearance after all.
When you look at what this room looked like just last week…
I think you could say I’ve made some progress.
It’s nowhere near done (fourteen passes with the sander over those floors next weekend, anyone?) and as much as I’m loving the change, I’m not sure it’s quite “me” yet. But, then again, for the last three years “me” has basically been subfloor and sawdust, so my barometer for what a finished space should feel like is probably a little off.
What I know for sure is that I’m definitely having fun figuring it out.