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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Live & Learn -- The Home Team

I've never been a huge baseball fan... the game is just a little slow for my taste. But I've been known to pay attention here and there, and I definitely enjoy an afternoon in the sun at the ballpark. And every once in a while I'll pay attention to a game on TV, mostly because the men in my family are watching it.

The Mariners happened to play on Easter Sunday this year, and at one point I glanced up at the TV and wondered aloud, "Oh, are they playing at home?"

Apparently there is an easy way to tell. In sports journalism for all sports in the United States, the home team is always listed second (to the right), or below (if you're listing them vertically). The rule of thumb is that you're saying "at" in between them:

Mariners AT Marlins

Therefore, it should have been clear to me that the M's were playing in Miami.

Interesting... You learn something new every day!

Thanks, Dad.
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Thursday, May 15, 2014

Live & Learn -- Strawberries

Last month Stew and I started to notice that strawberries in the grocery store were really starting to look and taste better. Strawberries with fat free sugar free Cool Whip or fat free Greek frozen yogurt is basically our go-to healthy dessert, so we were pretty excited. This sparked a conversation about strawberries as we were having breakfast on Easter morning...

According to my mother, you can tell the origin of strawberries based on the color you see when you cut them open. Strawberries that are white on the inside typically come from Southern California/Mexico, and strawberries that are red all the way through come from the Pacific Northwest (usually later in the season).

I thought that was pretty interesting, and immediately made a mental note to write a Live & Learn post to share my newfound knowledge.

However, when I went online to find some more information and possibly a source, I couldn't find anything! I'll have to ask my mom where she came up with that little tidbit.

But in the meantime, I did learn some other interesting facts about strawberries...


Strawberries are the only fruit that wear their seeds on the outside.
The average berry is adorned with some 200 of them.

Strawberries aren’t true berries, like blueberries or even grapes.
Technically, a berry has its seeds on the inside. And, to be extra technical, each seed on a strawberry is considered by botanists to be its own separate fruit.

Strawberries are members of the rose family.
Should you come upon a bush of them growing, you’ll see: they smell as sweet as they taste.

Americans eat an average of three-and-a-half pounds of fresh strawberries each per year.
It’s closer to five pounds if you count frozen ones.

California produces some 80% of the strawberries in the U.S.
They grow about two billion pounds of the heart-shaped fruits per year.


 So there you have it. More than you ever thought you'd want to know about strawberries. 

Live & Learn, my friends! 
 
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Thursday, May 8, 2014

Live & Learn -- Pottery Barn

Did you know that Pottery Barn and Pottery Barn Kids are NOT the same store? I learned the hard way...

I saw this great storage system in the Pottery Barn Kids catalog that I thought would be absolutely perfect in our media room. It had drawers, cabinets, cubbies... everything to keep all our movies, games, toys and sports memorabilia all organized and displayed neatly.

However, I wasn't sure about the finish. I wanted a black/brown color to go with our media center and coffee table, but the "Espresso" and "Tuscan" finishes didn't seem quite right from what I could see online. So I thought I would call the company and confirm that the finishes shown online were a pretty accurate representation of the colors (we've had problems with this in the past).

The customer service rep I spoke to said that one of the finishes might actually be very close to what we were looking for. She suggested that we stop by one of the local stores to see the finish samples in person to confirm. Perfect.

So one afternoon Stew and I drove into Bellevue (the closest Pottery Barn to our house), fighting through traffic, a crowded parking lot, and a bustling shopping mall, to check out the finishes.

But when we walked into the store, the sales person seemed quite confused. She did not have any finish samples called "Espresso" or "Tuscan" and wondered why we had been told that over the phone. Finally we figured out the problem.

Pottery Barn and Pottery Barn Kids are NOT the same store.

We had gone there for nothing, and Stew was not at all pleased to have had his time wasted. But how the heck was I supposed to know?!

The closest Pottery Barn KIDS was another 30 minutes away, but since we were already out and determined to finish our errand, we headed into the city. I even called them on the way to confirm that they had the finish samples we wanted to see.

At this point rush hour traffic was really working against us, but we finally made it to the store and saw the samples, which were absolutely NOTHING like what we were looking for. I think Stew really wanted to throttle me at this point.

However, once we saw the unit in the store, we ultimately decided to go with white, and an extremely nice sales person ended up giving us a great deal on our order, so I still think it was all worth it in the end. And now that the whole thing is set up in the media room I'm SO happy with how it turned out.
Pottery Barn catalog photo since I haven't taken one of my own yet.
But yeah, next time I'll be sure to do a little more fact checking before dragging my husband all over town... Live & Learn.
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Thursday, May 1, 2014

Live & Learn -- Dump Cake

Don't be confused... this is still Life As Always! I know... it might not seem like it since I'm posting two recipes in one week. But I promised you this one a while back, so I thought I'd better come through.
 
This is a dessert dish I made for Thanksgiving with the Always this year, and it turned out pretty well if I do say so myself! Therefore I recently replicated it for some friends, and it still seems to be a hit, so I decided it's time to share the recipe.
 
 
 Ingredients

Two 15 oz cans sliced peaches, drained and chopped
One 21 oz can strawberry pie filling
One box yellow cake mix
One stick butter
8 oz raw pecan pieces

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Dump chopped peaches into the bottom of a 9x13 glass baking dish and spread evenly.
With a spoon, dump the strawberry pie filling evenly on top of the peaches.
Sprinkle the dry cake mix evenly over the strawberry layer.
Cut butter into thin slices with a knife to cover the entire cake.
Chop the pecans into fairly small pieces and spread evenly over cake mix layer.
Bake on 350 for 53 minutes, place on a cooling rack.
Serve with Cool Whip or vanilla ice cream.


Actually, all credit for this delicious dessert should go to my friend Nikki, who was kind enough to share this family recipe with me.

What I love about this recipe (besides it being super yummy) is that it's SO EASY. I'm not a huge fan of the name, but it's called a Dump Cake because you literally just dump all the ingredients in a pan. And everyone knows I'm not a huge fan of cooking or baking, so this is right up my alley.

I did alter the recipe slightly: The original one calls for one 20 oz can of crushed, undrained pineapple (instead of peaches) and one 21 oz can of cherry pie filling (instead of strawberry). However, Stew isn't a huge fan of those flavors, so I mixed it up for him. But I've made it both ways now and they are equally yummy, so it's totally up to your taste preferences. 
 
Enjoy, my friends!
 
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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Live & Learn -- Baby Carriers and a New Daddy

Watching Stewart turn into a father will never cease to entertain me.
 
He has been such a good sport about the whole thing... reading books and articles, attending classes, putting together furniture. And he's never complained about any of it.
 
This post is a little bit about the Moby Wrap: Basically a Moby Wrap is a popular infant carrier. It uses the entire back and shoulders to distribute weight, keeps baby warm while freeing both hands, develops a strong and secure attachment to parents, and can be used for a preemie to 35 pound child.

But mostly I want to tell you about Stewart demonstrating how to properly use a Moby Wrap. My sister gave me one for Christmas, so I was excited to learn how to use it during our last Childbirth Preparation Series class. And the best part was when the instructor chose Stewart as that night's guinea pig.
To be honest, this thing is a little bit complicated to get on, but it sure does seem comfortable once you've got it figured out. And seeing Stew up there in front of the class, being such a good sport about wearing his future child, just about melted my heart.

I sure did pick a good one.

I knew it the first day we met, but even now he still makes me swoon. What a good daddy he's going to make! 

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Live & Learn -- Fat Feet Fixes

I actually think feet are super disgusting, so writing about them here is kind of a stretch, but I just had to share a couple things I've learned about during this pregnancy.
 
During the third trimester I've experienced a horrible amount of swelling, or Edema (if you want to get technical). It started as mild puffiness that forced me to take off my wedding rings and only wear my most comfy shoes. Since then, I've gone up two whole shoe sizes and had to buy new ones to avoid going barefoot (actually my preference), and my hands and feet hurt all the time (except for the portions that go completely numb).
 
It's pretty uncomfortable.
 
As you know I'm a pretty busy person, and since I work full time I don't have a lot of opportunities to just sit down and elevate my feet above my heart throughout the day (my doctor's recommended solution to help alleviate the discomfort). So by the end of the day, when I limp home and collapse into bed, my feet look something like this...
 
 
Sickening, just sickening.
 
I can barely even look at those fat piggies.
 
And Stew has taken to calling me his little Hobbit.
 
Since my doctor can't prescribe me anything to help water retention during pregnancy, I decided to explore some nontraditional remedies (with her blessing).
 
First up was trying some alternative medicine.
 
I made an appointment with a local acupuncturist who was recommended by my yoga instructor. For over 3,000 years people from all walks of life have enjoyed the many benefits of Chinese medicine. Acupuncture is a time-tested form of health care based on a medical theory that defines good health as a balance of systems and circulation in the individual. It can reestablish balance by improving the flow of energy and blood, by enhancing circulation to systems that are depleted or by directing it away from areas of excess.
 
The doctor examined my feet and hands, took my pulse, looked at my tongue (I promise I couldn't make this up), and concluded that I am suffering from "dampness." As treatment, she intended to target my kidney function and fluid metabolism through four acupuncture treatments, along with having me avoid foods that exacerbate "dampness."
 
So far I've been to two appointments and haven't really noticed any results, but that hour long, extremely relaxing appointment has to do some good by helping my stress level, if nothing else.
 
Next came some real hippie stuff.
 
My yoga instructor also recommended using cabbage leaves to help with swelling. Apparently cabbage has quite a few medicinal qualities. Uncooked cabbage is high in glutamine, an amino acid that is essential for intestinal health. It has also been proven to be both antibacterial and antiviral. The Egyptians ate cabbage with vinegar before a night of drinking to prevent hangovers, and cabbage is still today considered one of the best remedies to cure hangovers! I'll have to try that after Baby Boy is born... Cabbage leaf compresses are often suggested by herbalists to reduce swelling, and I figured it couldn't hurt to try!
 
INSTRUCTIONS
 
Rinse and dry common green cabbage leaves. Right before applying, puncture the veins of the cabbage leaves with a fork to break them open. Apply the cabbage leaves directly onto the swollen area, making sure to cover all inflamed or engorged tissue. Wrap lightly with a towel to keep the leaves in place. In 45 minutes to an hour, when the cabbage leaves wilt, remove the leaves and reapply fresh ones as needed.

 
POSSIBLE RESULTS
 
Reduction in swelling.

Okay, okay, I'll admit it... the cabbage didn't really seem to reduce any swelling. But even if you don't really see results, the cool cabbage on my elevated feet did feel nice, and it forced me to sit and relax for almost an hour, something I rarely do...
 
GUARANTEED RESULTS
 
Your husband laughing at you, and calling you a hippie.
 
Whatev. I'm in so much pain at this point I'm willing to try anything. Stew keeps saying that I brought this on myself, but I seem to remember there being two of us involved in creating this baby... Perhaps I deserve a little more sympathy.

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Live & Learn -- Sometimes the government doesn't suck

Ugh, dreaded Tax Day is almost upon us.
 
Of course our Type A personalities forced us to file weeks ago, but I still thought the experience was worth sharing. We had prepared ourselves for an absolute nightmare...
 
Last year we decided, for the first time, to hire an accountant to file our taxes for us, since we had some complicated items like filing jointly for the first time and the sale of a home that Stew and his brothers inherited. This stuff seemed a little too complicated for Turbo Tax to handle, and we didn't want to make a mistake, so we found someone local who helped us file for a small fee.
 
Last year sucked.
 
For the first time ever we had to pay, even though for our entire working lives we were both used to getting pretty decent returns. Enough to pay for a vacation or something at least. But last year we had to pay thousands of dollars in back taxes to the IRS due to the sale of the inherited house... something about landlord taxes since it had been a rental for the prior ten years or something. That hurt.
 
Then our accountant warned us that due to changes by the Obama Administration, we should be prepared to pay that much or more this year as well.
 
Oh and the kicker... When we bought our condo in 2008, we took a government New-Home Buyer Credit of $7,500 which had to be repaid in equal payments over 15 years. Don't even get me started about the fact that a few months later new homebuyers received the same credit, but were not expected to pay it back. The point is that since we sold our condo, we were expected to pay back the entire credit on our next tax return. So that meant an additional $6,000 added to any other taxes we would owe this year.
 
Balls.
 
But resigning ourselves to what was inevitably coming, for the past year we saved and saved to make sure we could pay all our taxes without going into debt. But in the meantime, Stew did some research...
 
And this is where I found out that sometimes the government doesn't suck.
 
Apparently there is a loophole... since we sold our condo at a loss, we were not required to pay back the credit after all! And on top of that, Uncle Sam decided to throw us an additional few thousand dollars back as well!
 
We still have no idea what that accountant was talking about, but needless to say we didn't use him again, and went back to filing on our own via Turbo Tax. It was a bit of a long, complicated process, but Stew is a smart cookie and he figured it all out. And my only responsibility in the whole thing is to decide how we want to spend all that extra cash!
 
Winning!
 
 
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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Live & Learn -- Diaper Pails

I apologize, but today's Live & Learn lesson isn't going to be very entertaining to those of you who aren't new parents. But I gotta be real about my new lifestyle, and the activities and decisions that now consume my days.

A little while back Stew and I were at Babies R Us trying to choose a diaper pail. Yes, our weekends used to consist of ski trips and drunken shenanigans. Now they include shopping for poop receptacles. WHO ARE WE??

Anyhow, I thought I might as well share what we learned.

We were given the Arm & Hammer Diaper Pail as a shower gift, but since it wasn't what I remembered registering for, I decided to take it in and possibly exchange it. I knew we didn't want a Diaper Genie because I had heard the custom bag refills were expensive, so we crossed that one off the list right away. Stew and I played with the rest of the diaper pails for a while and ultimately decided that we liked the Diaper Dekor, because it seemed easy to use and the refill bags weren't that expensive. We took it to the baby customer service section for some advice to validate our decision.

Every once in a while I encounter a really awesome, honest sales person, and this happened to be one of those days. The two women at the counter looked around conspiratorially and then proceeded to tell us that not only was the Safety 1st Easy Saver Diaper Pail the least expensive one out there, but it is also the best. It takes regular trash bags so you don't have to buy or specialty order them. They also admitted that the bags for the Diaper Dekor often go out of stock and don't come back for weeks... not a good situation when you're going through 10-14 diapers a day.

Ironically, the Safety 1st was the original diaper pail I had registered for, at the recommendation of a friend. It wasn't in stock at the store that day, so I ordered it online and it came in just a couple days. So now we're all set in the dirty diaper department.


That being said, I've also heard great things about the Baby Trend Diaper Champ, which also takes regular diaper bags and is pretty affordable.

Here is the most important lesson we learned that day:

Don't rely on price points or advertisements when shopping for a diaper pail. Personal recommendations are the way to go, and the most expensive option isn't always the best one.
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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Live & Learn -- Durian Fruit

Every week, The Bump emails me to let me know how big my baby is compared to various fruits and vegetables. For about the last month, that particular web site has been saying Baby Boy is the size of a squash every single week (squash obviously comes in an incredible array of shapes and sizes = not helpful at all). So I was excited to see something new pop up last week...
 
"Baby's now the size of a durian fruit!"
 
Durian fruit? What the heck is a durian fruit??
 
Oh, Wikipedia, what in the world did I do before you existed?
 
The durian is distinctive for its large size, strong odor, and formidable thorn-covered husk. (Dear lord, is that what's going to come out of my vagina?!?) The fruit can grow as large as 12 inches long and 6 inches in diameter, and typically weighs 2 to 7 pounds. Its shape ranges from oblong to round, the color of the husk is green to brown, and its flesh is pale yellow to red depending on the species. It is regarded by many people in southeast Asia as the "king of fruits."
 
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I think this stuff sounds nasty!
 
"The edible flesh emits a distinctive odor that is strong and penetrating even when the husk is intact. Some people regard the durian as having a pleasantly sweet fragrance; others find the aroma overpowering and revolting. The smell evokes reactions from deep appreciation to intense disgust, and has been described variously as rotten onions, turpentine, and raw sewage. The persistence of its odor has led to the fruit's banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in Southeast Asia."
 
I think I'll pass.
And frankly I'm a little offended that The Bump would compare my tiny, innocent, adorable child to this icky, ugly stuff!
 
Have you ever heard of, or tried, durian fruit?
 
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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Live & Learn -- Custom Framing

We moved into our new house a little over a year ago now, and I'll admit it's taken us a while to settle in. That's what happens when you practically quadruple your square footage and decide that you don't want all your furniture to come from IKEA anymore.
 
So one month, one room, and one paycheck at a time, we've been working on furnishing and decorating our new home. And as you can imagine, as Baby Boy's birthday looms and my nesting instincts kick in full force, my franticness to get the house in order has taken on a new level of hysteria.
 
This week we focused on the media room upstairs.
 
A couple years ago, Stew's dad gave him a whole trunk full of stuff from his childhood bedroom, and it contained all kinds of cool sports memorabilia. I thought it would be fun to have some of the posters framed and hang them in the media room, giving it a sort of "sports" theme (whatever you do, DO NOT call it a Man Cave).
 
Hence the lessons I learned about custom framing.
Watch out my friends... what a complete and total scam!
 
I had heard that custom framing can be quite expensive, so I started gathering some handy dandy coupons in order to make it affordable for us. I mean hot damn, look at these deals! 70% off at Michaels and 60% off at Aaron Brothers... a steal of a deal!
 
 
Oh poor, naïve Sarah.
 
First, we went into Michaels to get a price quote, and excitedly reviewed the custom framing package pricing on the wall. We had three 24x36 posters, so we saw we could get a deluxe package including the frame, assembly, two mats and glass for just $205 a poster... and that would be before our 70% off coupon was applied! Totally affordable. We had the sales person do some mockups for us and then she crunched the numbers. This is where Stew almost lost his mind...
 
 
Our quote was $290 PER POSTER, which included the 70% discount! I'm sorry, but that math just did not add up for us. When Stew asked why the price was so much more expensive than advertised, the girl just shrugged and said, "Those prices aren't even remotely correct; I have no idea why we even have them up there. But as you can see you're saving $471 per poster, so this is an excellent deal."
 
So the advertised price of $205 was really $761 for one stinking poster.
 
Needless to say, we walked away.
 
Next door at Aaron Brothers, we marched into the framing section and immediately asked if the prices on the wall were accurate, or if they were completely unrealistic like Michaels. Here, the sales person apologetically explained that indeed, the advertised prices weren't really realistic. But then she went immediately to the computer and started crunching numbers to try and help us find a cost effective way to have our posters framed.
 
Eventually we found a solution: Buying frames off the sales floor, and then paying for a framing services package that included dry mounting, preservation spacing and fitting, and hardware on each frame. All for a grand total of $344 for all three posters. Not bad, considering that I originally thought that custom framing would be about $100 per poster.
 
And I think they turned out pretty well! 
 
 
So live and learn, folks: custom framing is NOT necessarily affordable, but some stores are much better than others at working within your budget. So be sure you shop around!
 
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Thursday, March 13, 2014

Live & Learn -- Coping with Grief

Each person handles grief and loss in their own way. Over the past week I have learned that my coping mechanism is to stay busy.
 
I left the hospital last Thursday after my dear Godfather, my Uncle Steve, passed away after a brief but brave battle with lymphoma. I had no idea what to do or where to go. I knew that my mom and her siblings needed time and space to grieve, but I was an emotional disaster and in no state to go back to the office, so I just went home and curled in a ball on my couch. I eventually cried myself to sleep, only to awaken a few hours later in a massive panic attack. That's about the time poor Stew called and tried to talk me down from my hysteria. Eventually he left work and came home and be with me.
 
Since then, I've realized that being alone, or quiet, or allowed to think, brings back the panic attacks and sobbing. I think about Steve, and how much I miss him, and the fact that I'll never see him again or introduce him to my son. I think about my sweet aunt and cousin and how great their suffering must be. I think about my angel of a grandmother, who has now lost her husband and three of her children to cancer. I think about my darling mother, whose loving heart has been shattered by the loss of her older brother, who she has looked up to her entire life. I think about myself, and how helpless and lost I feel. I think about faith, and the fact that if I believed in god I would give him the middle finger right now.
 
And to keep from being drowned by these thoughts and feelings, I stay busy. I attend graduations, and bridal showers, and yoga classes. I work, I run errands, I cook and I clean. I play the music too loudly in the car, because when it's quiet my thoughts begin to whirl and I catch my breath, realizing that once again tears are raining down my cheeks. I feel selfish, sad, and alone.
 
I think about Steve, and I try to focus on all the happy memories I have of him. The days we spent at Green Lake, walking for the American Cancer Society. The Irish Blessing he gave on our wedding day. The family barbecues he organized. His love of the Sounders. The random emails he would send me, with little tidbits about books he thought I would like, or inquiries asking me to question my faith (or lack thereof). He always, always forced me to think outside the box. I will miss his quick wit, his brilliance, his generosity, and his bright smile.
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
Let us agree
   for now
   that we will not say
   the breaking
   makes us stronger
   or that it is better
   to have this pain
   than to have done
   without this love.

Let us promise
   we will not
   tell ourselves
   time will heal
   the wound
   when every day
   our waking
   opens it anew.

Perhaps for now
   it can be enough
   to simply marvel
   at the mystery
   of how a heart
   so broken
   can go on beating,
   as if it were made
   for precisely this -

as if it knows
   the only cure
   for love is more of it

as if it sees
   the heart's sole remedy
   for breaking
   is to love still

as if it trusts
   that its own stubborn
   and persistent pulse
   is the rhythm
   of a blessing
   we cannot
   begin to fathom
   but will save us
   nonetheless. 
Jan Richardson

Steven Dennis Swift
1952 - 2014
 
 
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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Live & Learn -- Maybe the world's not such a bad place after all

I was in kind of a dark place a while back when I made the announcement that Chivalry is Officially Dead. And since then I've definitely done my fair share of complaining about how pregnant women are treated.

But just last weekend I realized... Maybe the world's not such a bad place after all.
 
Last Sunday while Stew was on shift I decided I would use the alone time to run about eleventy billion errands. Unfortunately, this took place during an inconvenient torrential downpour, and I prepared myself for an absolutely miserable day of horrible traffic, jam packed parking lots, and rude sales people (I had several returns to do, which never thrills anyone on commission). Five hours and nine stops later, I dragged far too many shopping bags into the house and collapsed onto the couch in shock.
 
It had actually been a great day!
 
I drove easily and quickly to each of my destinations. All of my returns were greeted with smiles and no problems (even the one where I lost the receipt). I found front row parking spaces at almost every single store. People held doors open for me and offered to help me out to my car. A saleswoman at Macy's gave me a 15% discount on shoes that were already on sale (she was probably taking pity on my poor, swollen feet). Trader Joe's was miraculously not crowded for a Sunday, and I zipped through the line. At Home Goods, I found an absolutely perfect laundry basket for Baby Boy's room, after searching for weeks online.

But the best thing happened in Target.
 
While browsing in the shoe section (seriously, none of my shoes fit my fat feet right now!) I heard a woman gasp loudly from nearby. I looked up to find her staring right at me! Sighing and wondering if I had once again tucked my top into my tights or something, I looked down and began patting my clothes frantically, searching for dropped items or toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe. Instead, the woman exclaimed: "You look so beautiful!"
 
Are you freaking kidding me?! A stranger in a store had randomly taken it upon herself to give me a compliment. My eyes literally welled up with tears. I had just seen some depressingly chubby-looking photos of myself at my baby shower the day before, and frankly I was feeling pretty down about my appearance. So to have this perfect stranger give me such an unsolicited compliment was honestly one of the best things to happen to me in a long time. And this coming from the girl who thinks that there is never, ever a valid reason to speak to a stranger.
 
All of the things that happened to me that day were such important lessons: that even the smallest act of kindness toward someone (holding a door, flashing a smile, or offering to help) can really turn that person's day around, and sometimes you may not even realize it.
 
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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Live & Learn -- How To Paint Chevron Stripes

After spending far too much time on Pinterest I became obsessed with painting a wall of Chevron stripes in Baby Boy's room.

But whenever I would mention it to someone, they would gasp and begin to tell me horror stories about how their mother's sister's daughter's cousin tried to paint Chevron stripes and it was a disaster. Obviously this made me even more determined to try it. So I read several online tutorials, hit up Home Depot for supplies, and tackled the mighty Chevron...


The first step, of course, was to decide what colors I was going to use. This may have been the hardest part of the whole project!



I ultimately went with grey and white, and as you might recall, my mom came up one weekend and we got all the walls in the nursery painted grey in a single morning. However, knowing what a perfectionist I am (and she never wants to let me down!) my mom wanted nothing to do with the Chevron stripes themselves. That, she left up to me...

This was unfortunate, because the first part of the project involved a lot of math, which isn't really my strongest subject. But I made it work...


My wall was 138 inches wide and I knew I wanted six Chevrons across, so I divided 138 by six and got 23 inches -- that would be the width of each Chevron. But I also needed to know where the middle of the Chevron was, so I could measure down from there to complete the shape, so I divided 23 by two and got 11.5 inches. 

138" / 6 = 23" / 2 = 11.5"

Voilà! Chevron math complete! 


Beginning in one corner of the room, using a level and a pencil, I lightly marked each point of the first Chevron and then used painter's tape to connect the dots. Then, using those dots as guides, I used a level to measure down 11.5" from each original dot to create the Chevron below, taping as I went.

Remember, when placing your tape you need to consider whether you want it on the "inside" or the "outside" of the Chevron. As you can see below, stripe A looks thicker than stripe B. This is because stripe A would be painted white, so I put the tape on the "outside" of the pencil marks. But for stripe B, which would remain grey, I put the tape on the "inside" of the marks.


From here it's just a little game of connect the dots. I did the row on the right hand side of the wall first to make sure I knew what I was doing and that everything spaced out correctly, and then I continued marking and taping horizontally until I was done with the whole thing.


As you can see, because I put the tape "inside" or "outside" of the dots depending on which stripes I planned to paint, the lines don't look like they are all the same width... but they will be! Trust...


But see all that overlapping tape? This was a problem...


Of course with the tape overlapping, your Chevrons aren't going to have nice sharp points, so now I needed to use an X-Acto knife to trim the points of the tape inside the Chevrons that were going to be painted white. I didn't need to bother trimming the points inside the stripes that were going to remain grey.


From what I read online, everyone's main complaint about Chevron stripes is that the paint tends to bleed underneath the tape on a textured wall, so I knew I needed to do something about that. I did some research and found a tutorial about how to avoid this problem, and this method worked pretty well...


Using the original grey color, I used a paint brush to seal the tape to the wall. This way, if any paint seeped underneath the tape, it would be the same color as the original wall and it wouldn't show.

After allowing the grey paint to dry, I carefully used a small brush and, stroking away from the tape toward the inside of the Chevron, I lightly cut in the edges of each stripe with my white paint. I went about an inch or so inward, removing the tape from each Chevron as I went. It's important to remove the tape while the paint is still wet to prevent cracking or chipping.


I repeated this process for each Chevron, and whenever I had one stripe done (because I have no patience) I would switch to a small roller and fill in the entire stripe. I was just so anxious to see what it would look like!


Because of the colors I chose, one coat of white paint wasn't enough to cover the grey completely, but even after the first coat was finished I knew I was on the right track... everything was looking great! And can you see that after the tape was removed, the Chevrons are all equal width? Told you...


My strategy of sealing the tape wasn't one hundred percent perfect, and I did end up with a little bit of cracking and bleeding at the edges of some of the Chevrons, but not much. I used small artist brushes to touch up both the grey and white edges wherever it was needed.


After a final coat with the small roller, my Chevron stripes were complete.

And I think they turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself!


This project could probably be done in a single weekend, but I spread the project out over a few weeks because that's what worked best with my schedule. Initially, it took about half a day to paint the room grey, then a few hours to measure, mark and tape the wall, and probably another half day to cut in, paint, and touch up the Chevron stripes
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Totally worth it for my baby boy!

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