The Wednesday morning "Pagoda" series chronicles the almost 5 years we spent turning a 1970's Pagoda house into our home.
We started building the garage in the last Pagoda series. Let's keep going shall we? After the electrical went in, we put in drywall and Andrew Henry, the daugther and I, painted the inside of this 800 square foot garage. The 10' ceilings were a bit tricky.
Now the outside needed some stucco. We did not do the stucco ourselves but, after they crew finished, I had to go outside and hose the whole thing down several times a day for several days so it wouldn't dry too fast. That was fun. Phoenix outside in the summer = very unhappy Jeanette.
Looking good Mr. Kotter...
Then Andrew Henry painted the entire thing himself. Two coats, first a primer then the paint. Big job for a guy alone but it came out great...
You know the only problem? Neither of us really liked the color. Can you believe it? We spent months picking it out. I didn't say a word because he worked so hard painting it alone. I decided to just live with it. It wasn't that bad, it's just that it wasn't quite right...you know? A few weeks after he finished, we were out for a bike ride and he mentioned how much he liked the color of a house we rode by and suggested we might change ours to something similar, before he could finish his sentence - I said "oh yes please". We tried lots of new colors and looked at them in different lighting for weeks.
We picked a deepish green deserty color to replace what looked like bleached out yellow to us. He painted two more coats on the garage (that's 5 times he painted the garage poor fellow). Then we went off to IKEA and got some cabinets and spent two days putting them together and installing them. I'm short, the cabinets were tall, it was a challenge. Picked those lights up at a rummage sale for a few bucks - love that (still gives me a thrill).
The doors were a custom order that tested our patience to the limits. Took months to come in and they installed the glass backwards. More months of me fighting with them, then them finally coming out to fix. They had to take out each piece of glass individually and turn around and re-install. I'm thinking they never made that mistake again - it took two men all day long to fix.
In the end, we love the garage. It's packed to the rafters now. It's like a purse, no matter how big or small, you fill it up. The reason the garage was so important is, it's my view from the kitchen sink and I spend a lot of time there so I wanted to be looking at something I like.
Here's the question today. Would you have lived with the original color of the garage or dealt with the expense, time and labor to do it all again?