Whew! All your baby names are freakin’ AWESOME. It makes me wanna have about 70 more kids so I can use them all. Kinda.
Today we’re talkin’ about basements. Do you have a basement? Texans don’t have basements because the ground is too rocky. My knowledge of basements before moving to Michigan was limited to my Grandfather’s cellar. Scary. Dark. A bit damp. Creaky stairs. Questionable contents in far away corners covered in ginormous cobwebs.
Imagine my hesitation when I moved to Michigan and went a Bible Study and saw “Come on down to the basement!” Awesome, I thought. These people are going to tie me up and kill me. (overactive imagination, sorry) What I found was an oasis of white (white!) carpet. Light. Large sectional couch. Artwork. Master bedroom. IN THE BASEMENT.
I’ve since learned this was a ‘finished‘ basement. Our/Curt’s first home had a ‘Michigan‘ basement, which is closer to a cellar but way less creepy. Still with the bare concrete walls, still a little dark- but it’s where you do your laundry and woodworking and hide all your canned goods. It’s also where you wash the dog.
(still with me?) The Shoebox at TexasNorth is an old migrant house- a rectangle that someone added a cement basement to about 20 years ago. You can exit down there (term: walkout) There’s a door at one end with a nice big window. I always liked that because I feel less likely to be held for ransom in a basement that has an exit. So, for the past 3 years that’s where our camping gear has lived and the washer/dryer and various electric tools. Upstairs has 2 bedrooms, 1 bath, and a kitchen/living/dining common room. It’s little. Maybe 900 sq. feet? The basement is equal to that, but not- how you say- finished. You don’t hang out down there. We have all longed for another place to escape to in this house, especially during the 14th month of Winter.
[It is my opinion that pictures of one’s home make absolutely NO SENSE to those viewing who have never been inside before, and I apologize. But, I do need to document this time in TexasNorth history. Put on your creative hats.]
As of Wednesday, half of the basement is a living room, a bedroom, a tiled foyer, and a sewing wall. We added half a house. I say we, and I mean Curt… but you know that. I picked out the paint, though. It echos the upstairs paint, as does the tile. The Shoebox is small and craves continuity.
- Ry now has a serious big girl room that easily transitions into a guest room.
- The laundry is closer to my movies- motivation, perhaps? The tv has been relocated and no longer faces the large upstairs window, making us look like the Griswalds after 6pm glowing blue for all the world to see.
- There is carpet and a fabric couch… meaning everything is soooooft compared to the wood floors and leather furniture upstairs.
- There are vintage lockers I scored 2 years ago to hold boots and barn coats and marshmallow sticks.
- There are recessed ceiling trays in the bedroom and living room, adding height and interest to an otherwise very boring basement ceiling. (Sunday, I thought Worth would appreciate that.)
- There are yellow walls, blue walls, and wood walls. This was completely Curt’s idea. I heard wood panelling and envisioned shiny fake wood of the 70s era. Erm… boooo. Now, I absolutely love it. It’s incredible. Rough, knotty pine along one wall of Ry’s room and the entire length of the hallway. You feel like you’re in a cabin. It’s very warm. Very rustic. Very un-70s. Go Curt. Gold medal for you.
I got a basement. And carpet. And a non-random-corner to sew in. I don’t even know what to do with myself. Bring on the company and the newest addition to our family. We have room for you now!
Come on over! I’ve got a finished basement!