Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Our DIY Fabric Headboard

In an earlier post, I mentioned wanting to make a fabric headboard.  I’ve wanted one for a while, and it only intensified during my feng shui class (just after being reprimanded for wanting a television in the bedroom) when I learned that a headboard made of wood is grounded and stable. I was also told that it should not have holes or sharp elements to ensure positive energy. My mother gets plenty of positive rest each night beneath her pointy, slated, metal headboard so to each his own, I guess. Really though, when I saw this design, I fell in love.


After doing some online research (re: googling), I found a great pattern from the blog Blissful Begonia. It is extremely easy to follow, and the example pattern is lovely.

We, er, Matthew, adjusted the dimensions for our Queen-sized bed since we are not yet fancy enough for a California king. He also took it upon himself to adjoin some extra wood towards the bottom (doubling the “D” pieces) for added support.


There was lots of sawing. (No safety glasses!)


And lots of stapling. (Safety glasses FTW!)


A bit of beer. (But not too much - be safe kiddos!)


And suddenly in the mess of our garage a headboard began to appear.


We stapled the foam padding to the board, and then it was time to wrap it in fabric.


(car swap post-snow cone break)

We debated on a fun, funky pattern, but with the limited choices here it was ruled out. However, Matthew said if we get bored of the grey-blue we can easily remove the fabric and add something new. But for now, it's just what I pictured: clean and simple.


Complete with catawampus Euro pillow. I am terrible, I know. :D


Yes that is an empty picture frame... I haven’t decided what I want to put in it yet...

But who cares -- we have a headboard!

I almost wish I could have taken a before picture to compare with after, but really there is no comparison. Before we had no headboard, now I have something comfy and pretty to lean against while I read my Nook Color before going to bed. And Matthew can play angry birds and what-ever-that-bubble-blaster-game-is-called in peace. Yay!


See all those boxes stacked to the left of us working? Those are my books, crammed in unopened boxes since my move to Wyoming. Our next project is definitely a bookshelf. I’m thinking lovely and white with wallpaper backing. Or new end tables. -sigh- One thing at a time, I guess.


Saturday, July 9, 2011

They may take our lives, but they'll never take...Our Independence Day!


I feel like Matthew and I spend a lot of time being bummed about not living in Texas. Yes, we’re still sure we’ll move back someday (despite the fact that I found the cutest house I want to buy a few miles down the road), but often times we don’t give this place enough credit. Sure, everyone we know and love is 1,200 miles away which sucks. Big time. People here are nice and friendly, but it’s just not the same, and every one I know who’s moved to a new place says they’ve have a really difficult time making friends. However, there are pluses to living here.

For instance, this morning I got my grocery shopping done at 7 a.m. (I know, I’m an old crazy person… it’s effing Saturday) and as I’m loading groceries into The Fit, I looked over and see the most beautiful snow-capped mountains, a plethora of blues and greys overhead. And this is in the Wal*Mart parking lot. When I drove home, I could see rushing water elapsing through the bridge’s railings, and best of all, when the Fourth of July came around, we got to be super patriotic. I got to see Mount Rushmore for the first time.


Our first stop was Deadwood for some burgers and beer. I also blew $5 in 5 seconds at a casino before Matthew wisely dragged me back to the car.




It’s a neat little town with a cool vibe. Plus, Sam Adam’s Summer Ale is my faaaavorite.

Next, we drove around the black hills for a while before finally arriving at the KOA for some camping, marshmallow roasting, and hiking. I didn’t have my camera with me, but we took a 10-mile (okay, 9.4…) hike to Harney Peak, the highest point in South Dakota, and while it was exhausting, it was really quite beautiful once we fiiiiinally made it to the top.

(source: BackPackers.com)

Then, we thanked George for our freedom.


 And saw the site one-too-many alien movies has ruined for me.


Before finally returning home to where the buffalo roam.