mischief of one kind or another

About three years ago I started this blog. And almost exactly three years ago, I stopped this blog.

I had plans to revamp the garage in our rental house, clear out all the junk and turn it into a usable rumpus room (all the while chronicling it for your viewing pleasure). The garage needed some serious attention in the form of cleaning, organizing, painting and furnishing. I liked the prospects of the space and was enjoying the beginning stages of the process when I hit a pretty awesome snag in the plan.

I got knocked up.

And suddenly the lifting of boxes, deep cleaning of the concrete floor and painting of the walls seemed a little less desirable in my condition. So I opted for lounging around watching Oprah's final season (crying) while eating Hawaiian pizza instead of manual labor. I assumed (wrongly) that I would get back to the project in due time. But our baby Oliver died. The garage became the place where his toys were bagged up, his cosleeper boxed and stored in the rafters. And though it was cleaned within an inch of its life and organized by family who desperately needed an activity in the grief stricken aftermath, it was definitely not a room I wanted to be doing any rumpus-ing in. So I forgot about it. And this blog too.

Life kept going on, of course, as it tends to do. We got pregnant again. We bought a new house and moved. We gutted the floral and glittered walls down to the studs and spent four months renovating it back to livable conditions. And I was so busy choosing bathroom fixtures and paint colors and ceiling fans that I never even thought to write about it.

But here's the thing about renovating 1652 square feet in four months: you miss a few things. Or leave a few things unfinished. Or rush into making choices because your contractor tells you he needs your final decision by 5pm...and it's currently 3pm. It turns out that even when you are "done," there are still a lot of things to fix, and finish, and change.

So I'm back here, three years and a couple of lifetimes later, ready for a project. And though there's no wild rumpus room here, there's definitely mischief of one kind or another. There's a jungle of a backyard to tend to, crown molding to install, backsplash to tile, rooms that need the final decorative touch. (And lots, lots more. Trust me. I made a list.)

And I will be documenting each project for you, one wild thing at time.