No Longer Just a Wooden Tent

I went over to the cabin yesterday BY MYSELF and a carload of DIY items.  The first thing I did was repaint this dreadful “sponge-painted” bathroom wall.  The picture does not do justice to the hideousness, so you’ll just have to trust me on this.

Three coats and 5 hour later, the bathroom was repainted, cleaned,  and sterilized (except for the shower, Julie, just so you are prepared when you go over).

Before coming over, I stopped at Home Depot to buy 3/4 inch birch plywood and had it cut precisely to 75” by 34” to make four bunky boards.  Between coats of paint, I sanded the four boards.

We bought two sets of bunk beds this weekend from a mother of 8 who had been storing these in the garage attic for years.  It took a long time, lots of rags, and most of a bottle of Method Clementine All-Purpose cleaner to clean them up.  I couldn’t get the top bunk up by myself, so currently the fourth bed is in the big bedroom.

That funny little hole in back of the bunk bud is a little “secret” cabinet that the kids have claimed for their own. I spent a good part of yesterday cleaning it, repainting the entire thing, and realizing that the carpet was beyond all measures except total replacement.  So I picked up a remnant today to install later.  I’d like to put up a curtain and figure out how to get a light in there.  Kyla wants to decorate it with flowers decals and Piper wants pillows.  It be a great little nest for them all.  Unfortunately, we’ve taken away their favorite use of the hidey-hole—jumping down from there and trying to break Wesley’s leg.  Good times.

The other corner of the room is just big enough for a second bunk, if you don’t need to open the door quite all the way.

This is my dear little kitchen. No dishwasher, and a spot just waiting for my parents to move so that we can get their old microwave.  The kitchen is getting stocked with things like “camping oatmeal” (the packets pre-flavored with maple syrup and brown sugar), packages of hamburger and sausages and frozen waffles and spaghetti.

All the cabinetry was removed from my old college apartment—or your old college apartment—and installed here with some success.  Do you see the space between the  stove and the counter on the right?  There’s just an empty space below the counter than can’t really be used for anything but a hiding spot for Wesley until he’s just a few inches bigger. 

The big push this week was getting some real furniture in here.  I scoured craigslist for the last week or so, and we were able to bring in a leather couch and matching chair, another leather “Daddy” recliner, our kitchen table (now I can get a new one for our house) and the beds and mattresses.  I will rearrange this at least once more, but I love doing this part!

One corner actually has enough light…

This is the front (and only) entry, and how the kitchen connects with, for lack of a better word, the great room.  The funny angle in the middle is the staircase that leads up to the bedrooms.

Our bedroom is a bit of a monstrosity.  It’s the same size as the great room and has the only full bath connected to it.  The tape on the floor is our first ideas of where to build a dividing wall.  Today, I picked up a platform bed for us (off craigslist, of course) so now we all have beds to sleep on.

Only one spot left and that is the half-bath downstairs.  I love the laundry—so much shelving, and it’s naturally bright and the cleanest of the rooms.

We put in a lot of work the first three weeks, but really—less than a month, and it’s a comfortable place to spend the weekend.  We can’t wait to share it with you!

Here’s a downside to log cabins that I didn’t think about.  This is in addition to the outrageous insurance bill (we pay more than twice on insurance for the cabin than we do for our house that is three times as big).  As I spent all day at the cabin yesterday, going up and down the stairs and moving things around all day, I noticed that the top half of every interior log needed to be dusted.  Badly.  Almost as badly as the seven sets of plastic mini-blinds to need to be scrubbed—a treatment I don’t think they’ve been subjected to in the last 32 years.  Yes, I just bought myself a bunch more housework, but believe it or not, I think I may learn how to relax over on the island.  Someday.