This Isn’t Pink Floyd’s Wall

I’m pretty sure that if my husband had the opportunity to do a Terminator and go back in time to stop Pinterest from being born he would. It gets me, and him by association, into more trouble than I’m willing to admit. Due to the somewhat unholy combination of a lot of free time after my layoff, a creative nature, and f*%$ing Pinterest, I have more projects currently in process than any one person probably should in a lifetime. He’s pretty glad to see the end of this one because for a good portion of the process I wasn’t sure if I would actually pull it off.

Here’s a little secret about me: I don’t handle failure well. At all.

On top of that, I’m pretty sure I’m starting to head into The Change because there is no other explanation for the lightening speed at which I can move from perfectly calm and rational to wicked witch of the west.

So yeah, this was fun for him. Still, he was way more patient with me on this project than I was.

What I wanted was a headboard or something similar for my guest room. The guest room accidentally ended up with a purple theme when I found an awesome purple vintage vanity at a consignment shop. It was one of those things I wasn’t remotely looking for, but couldn’t leave the store without it once I saw it.

vanity

Here’s what the bed area looked like before I started.

before

Pretty plain jane, right? I got rid of the red comforter. Actually, I got a duvet cover for the red down comforter that was on the bed before the purple vanity of destiny arrived.

After looking around on Pinterest at various options, I was almost settled on making an upholstered headboard. And then I found this.

Perfect! It would make that plain cream colored wall much more interesting! The only problem was that there were no instructions. I search the interwebs but couldn’t find a tutorial anywhere. No matter, I thought. I’m crafty, I can do that!

(That statement right there is where the Universe laughed at me. I imagine great gales of guffawing laughter pealed out of a Zeus-ian booming voice. And probably thunder. No, definitely thunder.)

I started by gathering fabrics in various shades of purple and gray. Since there would be sixteen 18″ squares in all, I chose six fabrics, including the one I am going to eventually use to make a bed skirt for the bed. In order to get at least 3 squares out of each fabric, I bought a yard and a quarter of each one. Actually, first I bought a yard of each and then remembered that math isn’t my friend. If the squares are 18″, I needed at least another 2″ on each side to be able to wrap around the back of the board and staple it. Don’t be like me, folks. Get a yard and a quarter at least the first time.

fabric

Why yes, that is a fitted sheet. I found that set of sheets at Goodwill for $7 and that’s the future bed skirt material.

I went to a local fabric store that carries upholstery supplies and bought a 1″ thick high density piece of foam that was 6′x8′ in order to have enough for the 6′x6′ total area I wanted the finished product to cover. At $69 this was the most expensive single component of the project, but the silver lining was that they cut the foam into 18″ squares for me at no charge. This was a definite bonus because that stuff is not easy to cut and I wasn’t looking forward to using my electric knife out on my front lawn. I bought high density because I wanted it to be comfortable enough to sit up against like a head board, but low profile, and I didn’t want to add batting on top of that because batting would wrap around and be stapled on the back. I wanted the squares to butt right up against each other to keep the lines as straight as possible.

At Home Depot I bought two sheets of 1/2″ OSB, which stands for Oriented Strand Board. It’s cheaper than plywood, but still plenty sturdy. I didn’t care that it looks like smashed together chips of wood because I was covering it anyway. I bought 1/2″ because my original plan was to screw the squares together using Simpson ties, or something similar, so I wanted the squares themselves to be sturdy. This turned out to be way overkill because Plan A went down in a screaming ball of flames. If I were to do this one again, 1/4″ sheet goods (either plywood or OSB) would be sufficient and the finished product would weigh A LOT less than mine does.

My Home Depot cut the squares for me at no charge, but I’ve heard that some HDs charge for this. The downside to having them cut it turned out to be that they weren’t exactly the same size, and not all of them were exactly square. Normally I’d be pretty easy-going about that, but when you’re piecing squares together into a whole bigger square it turns out that size does matter.

suplies

If you are working on upholstery projects I HIGHLY recommend a pneumatic stapler. It is life changing. I bought this one from Amazon and it is awesome. So far I’ve used it on my dining room chairs, a bench I rehabbed, a chaise I did with a friend, and now this project. It makes projects go so much faster you won’t even believe it.

Covering the squares is pretty straight-forward. I spray glued the foam to the boards, but you don’t really have to. Then it’s just a matter of cutting the fabric, ironing it if needed (don’t skip this step – you’ll be sad if there’s a crease because it will show and getting it out later is more tricky), and stapling the fabric to the back side of the board. I stapled the corners first, and then worked on opposite sides. The best way to get it really tight is to put your knee on the edge of the board while pulling the fabric taught and stapling the bejeezus out of it.

square

This part of the project goes pretty fast, and lulls you into false complacency. DO NOT BE LULLED! The rest of this project is a right wanker.

finished squares

I laid the squares out on the floor in different patterns until I came up with one I liked.

layout

As I mentioned, my original plan was to connect all the squares with metal ties. I was going to mount them in four strips of four squares because that would be less weight than one solid piece.

plan A

This is where those Universal guffaws come into play. Not only is math not my friend, physics is kind of a butthead too. Because there was no way to attach the middles of the strips to the wall without having it show on at least one end, we just attached the top and bottom. And then the middles bowed out because the whole setup wasn’t rigid enough and the part about physics being a butthead.

I can neither confirm nor deny the magnitude of the meltdown that occurred at this point. You can add up the aforementioned almost pathological hatred of failure and the also previously mentioned whoremoan issue and draw your own mental picture, and then know that whatever you come up with doesn’t hold a candle to what actually happened.

After I came off the roof we revisited the project and Jason came up with Plan B. We would back the whole thing with fiberboard and screw the squares into that.

plan B

This one went down in an even bigger ball of flames than the last plan because each time a screw was placed the squares shifted ever so slightly. Only we couldn’t see that until the whole thing was assembled and we turned it over and it was an unholy mess of cattywhompusness. Nothing lined up. No way was I hanging that up. In addition, fiberboard isn’t really rigid enough either and trying to move the thing was like trying to carry a giant, very heavy noodle.

It’s a really good thing that I’m pretty good at unmaking the things I make because I’ve had to do that a lot.

I took it apart. Again. While taking it apart I came up with Plan C, which involved yet another trip to Home Depot, more plywood and liquid nails.

We picked up two sheets of plywood and Jason cut and connected them to make a 6′x6′ square. I snapped a chalk line down the center of the board and, starting in the middle, started puzzling the squares together. Remember how I said they weren’t exactly the same size or all square? This is where that came into play. I had to move the squares around and flip them different directions when the fabric pattern allowed in order to get them as lined up as possible. Then we glued those suckers down with Liquid Nails and put weights on them and let it cure overnight.

plan C

And lo, it worked. But it still had to be mounted and now it weighed considerably more than I originally anticipated. We located the studs and measured carefully and snapped chalk lines and measured again, and then put the brackets on the back of the piece and really big wood screws into the studs in the wall.

mounting

Even with all of our careful measuring it still took four tries to get the holes in the brackets and the screws in the wall exactly lined up so that we could hang the top of the eleventy-hundred pound piece like a picture. We put the same brackets on the bottom of the piece, but let the two end holes stick out and those were screwed into the studs as well.

Finally. FINALLY!!!! it all came together and I’ll tell you right now, that room is staying purple until the end of time because neither one of us wants to take that monster down ever again.

done

But it’s a pretty good-looking monster. I love how it turned out, and I have enough fabric scraps to make coordinating throw pillows to bring it all together. It really makes a huge difference in that room!

 

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So I Went to Pittsburgh

And I took some photos:

 

 

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Adventures in Cake

It’s been two years since I made a cake, and never have I made one for a wedding. Wedding cakes are scary because that is a moment in time that can never be regained if it goes wrong. When my friends Glenn and Val asked me to make their wedding cake I was honored they trusted me with it, and at the same time terrified of letting them down.

A couple of months ago I started making the orchids. My Facebook friends are probably sick of looking at my instagram progress photos of these orchids.

It was challenging at first because once the various parts dry they can be rather fragile.

Wiring them together took a little finesse.

Once I finished the flowers and wired them into a spray I thought I was pretty much home free. This was the hardest part, right? I was a little worried that the heavy flowers would tear away from the fondant, but I already had a plan if that happened.

My friend Pam was generous enough to offer to do the actual baking, which helped me a lot. And boy oh boy, her cakes and fillings are delicious! I just had a bite of cake, OK 3 bites of cake, from the first in a long line of things that went wrong. As I said, it’s been over 2 years since I made a cake, so one of my layers was a dismal and yet delicious leaning tower of fail. My poor husband has offered to eat the evidence, because that’s the kind of guy he is. Always willing to take one for the team.

All day I torted, filled, stacked and buttercreamed cakes. After all 4 cakes chilled out in the fridge I started covering them in fondant. At the end of July in Nevada (where it’s drier than a sawdust sandwich) working with fondant is tricky because it dries and cracks really easily, especially on 95* days. Each cake I covered in fondant, I set aside on the counter because once you put fondant in the fridge it hardens into an impenetrable force field that just laughs at cake knives.

Did I mention it was 95*? And that I don’t have air conditioning? And since my internal thermostat has decided that 95* is perfectly comfortable, I didn’t notice how hot it was in the house. The buttercream under the fondant started to melt. My perfect (ok, almost perfect) layers now sported more ripples than a shar-pei as the fondant sagged and slid down the sides of the cakes.

*cue meltdown that included pronouncements of NEVER AGAIN and I’M GETTING RID OF ALL MY CAKE STUFF” and much hand wringing*

Crashing and burning in front of a hundred people is not on my Life List.

Pam and I devised Plan B. I would go get yards and yards of sheer organza and tie it around the cakes to cover the ripples, because I definitely couldn’t take it like it was, and I just as definitely couldn’t show up empty handed. It was a wedding – there must be cake! And it must! not! suck! It would still be pretty, but it wouldn’t be what I had envisioned for this cake.

About 4:30 the next morning I decided that was bullshit and cheating and fuck me sideways if I’ll be beat by a cake and cranky-ass fondant. I carefully peeled the wrinkled, bubbled and cracked fondant off of every one of those cakes. I buttercreamed each one again and chucked them in the fridge. I was at the store when it opened to get more fondant, and I re-covered those cakes and slapped them in the fridge again as fast as I could because hard fondant was infinitely better than melted cakes.

After that all I had to do was get it there. On another 95* day, about an hour’s drive from my house, up the side of a mountain. Luckily the Yukon has rear A/C vents and we blasted the A/C the whole way there. I was a frozen nervous wreck by the time we got to the venue, but finally my luck had turned and we made it with the cakes intact. All I had to do was set it up and then it was out of my hands.

Apparently the Universe decided I’d had enough because I didn’t break any orchids or stick my finger in the side of the cake. It went together pretty much like I wanted it to, and it even looked straight and level. I took my first deep breath and set it free out into the world.

Every time I make one of these people ask me why I don’t do this for a living. I’ve considered it, but I’m not convinced it’s what I want to do. I don’t enjoy baking, so it was so nice to have Pam involved. She loves baking and doesn’t like decorating, while for me the baking is a necessary evil to get a medium with which to create edible art. If I had a setup like that each time, a cake business would be a lot more appealing.

Cake makes people happy. People love to look at it and they love to eat it. It’s always fun and gratifying to make something that makes people happy. It’s especially satisfying to make one you’re not sure you can actually pull off, and have it turn out well even after a cake disaster that seemed unrecoverable.

I always swear “never again” during the making when things are going wrong, because something always goes wrong, and then when it’s done I’m already thinking about another one, bigger and more complicated than the last.

It seems I’m not finished with cake yet.

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Avoidance

So I joined a gym.

It’s a nice gym. Most gyms I’ve been to are at least somewhat dirty. They smell. They’re full of muscley preening look at me type people.

This one is different. It’s clean. It smells, well, rather neutral actually. But the towels they provide smell awesome. The showers are the two-stage kind they have in spas that have the little changing room in front of the shower stall, and the showers have shampoo and conditioner and shower gel. The locker room has hair dryers and lotion and Q-Tips and mouthwash. I go at 5 and it isn’t totally crowded. I’ve been twice this week and haven’t waited for cardio equipment either time. The crowd is a mix of all ages, and everyone is just doing their own thing.

But the best part? The sauna. I love a sauna. And this one works and everything. (the saunas at my last two gyms were hit and miss).

It’s gym nirvana.

And yet I sat in my car texting and tweeting in the parking garage for close to 45 minutes, avoiding going in.

Here we go again.

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Fall Into Color

For once in a very long while we are actually having a Fall. Usually we go straight from 80 degree weather to snow, with no middle ground. I am finding myself very grateful for this interlude between Summer and Winter this year. You should probably remind me of this respite when I am bitterly cursing the winter snows.

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My Camera Has a Cold

This episode of ProShoMoMo has been interrupted by dust on the sensor. Not just a little dust, but a giant boulder of a dust bunny that looks like a UFO on all my photos. Camera down! I repeat CAMERA DOWN!!

Of course my local camera shop doesn’t have the cleaning tools I need, so I’m temporarily sidelined.

In the meantime, say hi to Sasha. She’d like a treat, pleasethxbai.

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The Fire

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned

But you’ve got to be tough when consumed by desire
‘Cause it’s not enough just to stand outside the fire

- Garth Brooks

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Mirrorball

I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard.

- Sarah McLachlan

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Wind of Change

The future’s in the air.

I can feel it everywhere.

Blowing with the wind of change.

- Scorpions

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Laugh

Laugh. Loudly and often.

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