pondering the basement bar

We recently purchased our first home.  (Tomorrow marks one month of being moved in!)  It’s actually a condo, but it’s more along the lines of a duplex.  To us, it feels like a single family home.  The place was built in 2007, so luckily there aren’t any structural issues that need our attention yet–just a little list of things here and there that will be addressed as time goes on.  We could probably tackle that list in a day, dust our hands off, and be content with the house, as-is.

But that won’t be happening.  I’ve been hunkered down in apartments for years, clicking through blog after blog, admiring people’s home renovations and dreaming of the day that I would be able to make permanent changes in a house without fear of losing my security deposit.  Now it’s my turn!  I get to make permanent changes!

…Permanent changes?  Sounds serious.  Sounds scary.  I no longer have the fear of losing my security deposit.  Now I have the fear of paint colors looking awful.  Now I have the fear of tile looking sloppy.  Now I have the fear of sinking money into a project that ends up being a failure.

Even though I fear that I’m going to ruin our house, I’m going to make some changes anyways!  And I cannot wait.  I have BIG plans!  I have have been looking everywhere for inspiration!  I am probably incredibly naive of the costs!

Here’s one area that I’ve been thinking a lot about:







The lack of light down here really brings out the beauty of the cement walls, exposed pipe and wires, and the pretty pink insulation.  Here is what we’re considering for our bar room:

Matte black painted, exposed ceilings

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Faux brick wall

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or pallet wall

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Some type of tile/flooring that can take a spill.  Painted concrete?  Porcelain or ceramic tile that looks like wood?

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I’m also considering some cool light fixtures, floating shelves, and a sink+counter.  We discovered that this room does have access to water, so that’s a huge bonus!  Having a wet bar in here wasn’t super necessary to us, but it would be a nice addition.  I’m not sure what steps we need to take before we begin…there’s exposed insulation, the back of the fireplace is exposed, the cement walls are far from smooth, there are a ton of wires everywhere…We need to dig around in this room a little bit more and we definitely need to do a lot of research before anything happens.

I’m confident that even though we’re inexperienced, we can do a lot of this by ourselves.  On the cheap.  Fingers crossed.




I know.  I’m completely aware how cliché it is to create a new blog merely hours into a new year.  I’m doing it anyways.

There are moments when I just feel a need to write.  I have always loved writing.  I used to fill notebooks with the beginnings of little stories.  They were absolutely terrible and nonsensical.  I would take my dad’s notepads and declare certain pens of his “lucky pens” if I was feeling particularly creative or inspired, and he would let me keep them.  I remember writing, panicked, worried that if I didn’t get my thoughts onto paper immediately, someone else would come up with those words, publish them, and get the glory for something I could have done.  So…psychology majors, analyze that.

I have since moved past the anxiety of not having original thoughts.  I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m probably not having any original thoughts, ever.  Which is disheartening, for my creative side.  For my romantic side.  For my narcissistic side.  For my “no one is experiencing life exactly the way that I’m experiencing it” side.  However, I know there is another side of this coin.  For every question I have about how to live life, I know there is someone else out there who has pondered the same thing.  For (almost) every quirk about myself, I know there’s someone else who has also wondered, “Is this normal?”  I know there has to be someone else out there who also proclaims her love for dogs, cloudy skies, passenger seat dancing, AND the color gray.  The internet has showed me that we are not unusual creatures.

But I’m starting this blog anyways

because I want to indulge my creative self.

because I want to chronicle this chapter of my life.

because I want a place to collect my thoughts.

because I’m wearing buffalo check flannel and drinking bourbon.