Margaret Wang Thirty-something year-old software developer, runner, traveller, and aspiring feng-shui master with the occasional observation on everything else.

24Aug/100

Art space for kiddo

As a kid I loved coloring, painting, and drawing. I'd spend the afternoon at my desk or at the kitchen table doodling. I'd ask for pens at restaurants and draw on the backs of the paper placemats. I'm not alone. After seeing how much the kiddo gravitates towards creating things, I decided to set up a designated space for her in the house. I got tired of always having to clear the dining table just to eat a meal and finding crayons in everyone's bed, even Riley's.

Fortunately, we have a corner of our partially unfinished basement that is a perfect space for art. It has concrete floors, so I don't care if paint or whtever lands on it permenently. It's right next to the family room and play area, so I can keep an eye on her if I decide not to join in. And if things get too messy, the laundry room with utility sink is just right next door. With a bit of scrounging and Mike's help, I put all the pieces together last night. The kiddo hasn't seen it yet, but if she doesn't like it, I'll just use the space myself!

Update: I posted a few more pics online.

8Jun/09Off

Basement demo

To save a bit on labor costs, Mike and I volunteered to do some of the demolition ourselves. After my race yesterday and after Mike's workout at the gym, he strapped the kiddo to his back, and we knocked down the walls in our basement. The work went surprisingly fast, and maybe that was due to the shoddy job at putting them up in the first place (which we found receipts in the wall dated back to 1984!). It was great fun, though, and I'm excited to attack the kitchen cabinets...until I realize what a pain it is to not have a working kitchen!

I took some photos, though the "before" photo was taken after we started taking the walls down.

10Mar/08Off

Where’s Buddha?

We have this flower box next to the front door. When we moved into the house, the box contained an overgrown, scratchy evergreen bush of some sort. It blocked access to the water spicket, and since neither of us were at all fond of it, Mike had hacked it to bits, ultimately pulling it out of the box. What was remaining were a few purple tulips (also planted by the previous owners), which were beautiful, but just not enough to fill the box and make it look intentionally planted. Last fall, I decided I wanted to plant succulents in our flower box to "fill in the space." In doing so, I decided to take out as many bulbs as I could find. It was after all, going to be a mini succulent garden, not a bulb garden. I figured the squirrels would find any remaining I missed. This spring, I come to find that not only did the squirrels not do their part, but I had also severely underestimated the number of bulbs planted in that space. Mike now teases me about Buddha happily being lost in a forest of tulips.