You’ve probably been thinking about it for a while, if you read my newspaper column from time to time. Maybe you’ve even gone so far as to look at colour options and even bought the paint. But still, you’ve hesitated.
Is painting a dresser going to be too much of a hassle? Is it going to look good in the end? Is it really going to be worth it?

That means you have extra time for a little project. Plus, what is a weekend without a project, even? (Although I am a person who does projects just about every day of my life so maybe you can’t trust me on this.)


Come on, I bet you have a dresser somewhere in your house that you’ve been thinking of painting. Maybe it’s because it’s old, or you got it as a hand-me-down and never liked it. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t match the decor. Maybe it’s because you love my columns (awww, thanks) and you’re kind of tempted to put one of them into action …

I admit it — my husband and I are junk food junkies. We have been long before we got together in Grade 11, and our earliest dates centered around McDonald’s. (This was back in the “good old days” when a $5 bill covered one person’s meal, and $10 was enough for two.)
It was easier when our kids were babies and toddlers. You can mow down a six-pack of “road nugs” while your kid is in a rear-facing car seat, eat a plate of nachos while they’re napping and eat bacon freely while it’s still considered a choking hazard.
Once your kids wise up to the wonders of junk food, it isn’t so easy. But while my husband and I don’t have the greatest eating habits, we think — or at least, we hope — we’ve sheltered our six-year-old and seven-year-old from this “dark side” of our personalities.
Yes, we eat too many chips, but we only ever eat them after the kids are in bed asleep. Our son actively dislikes chips, in fact, except for a single brand of plain chips he deems acceptable. (For one of my children to hate potato chips is kind of unthinkable, and yet …)
“… Technology is keeping kids on their butts more, and as a result, those butts are getting … fuller. I see the bellies sagging below T-shirt hems. I bet you see them, too …”
*** The following post is sponsored conversation with Alliance Dental and the Alliance Dental Partner Program. As always, all opinions and vehicle selfies are my own. ***
You know those whitening toothpaste commercials where they show the range of colours teeth can be? I always imagined I’d be in the mid-range — not really dark, but certainly nowhere near the bright white. I was in the “beige zone” — otherwise known as That Blah Yellow Tinge.
My teeth were certainly STRAIGHT, thanks to two years of braces — and the fact that I still wear my retainers nightly, 20 freakin’ years after getting my braces off. And while I was certainly happy they were straight, the colour did bug me.*
(*Especially next to my neighbour — who seriously has the most gorgeous naturally white teeth you’ve ever seen in your life. Whenever I stood next to her, I felt like I had a mouthful of yellow Chicklets. But EVERYONE feels that way next to her.)
I mean, they weren’t terrible. But they also weren’t that white. I was so self-conscious about the yellow-ness of my teeth that I got very comfortable with the “teeth whiten” feature on PicMonkey.

We’d read and re-read The Berenstain Bears Learn About Strangers, including the section about how “your body is your own personal property, and nobody else’s business — especially the private parts.”
We’d talked about public bathrooms and change rooms. We’d told the kids that, yes, sometimes there are kidnappers who will try to steal children. We’d talked about how sometimes there are “creepy adults” who try to touch children’s private parts. We’d taught them to scream, “Help! Stranger!”
We talked. We quizzed. We role-played.
When I was a child, my mom had a blue paperback called Sometimes it’s O.K. to Tell Secrets. It was a collection of little stories and cartoons about kids finding themselves in sketchy situations and having the courage to (A) get themselves out of it and (B) tell a responsible adult what happened.

Even though it sounds a little disturbing, my sister and I loved this book. Our mom would read these stories about a child being touched inappropriately, or forced to look at dirty pictures, or coerced into doing something bad and being told not to tell their parents.
I don’t know what happened to our tattered blue book — full of stories of children in bad situations — but the other day I ordered a new copy while wiping tears from my eyes. Sexual abuse hit our family out of nowhere …
We learned that the “bad person” you warned your kids about isn’t always the stereotype of the isolated neighbour, the uncle that makes you feel uncomfortable or the leering stranger that gives you the creeps.

This past fall I decided it was time for a major change in our house. I work from home, so I was spending 40-plus hours a week crammed into a tiny nine-by-nine home office in the basement. I’d organized it as well as I could, but it was still stuffed with project supplies and felt claustrophobic.

Meanwhile, right outside my home office, there was a huge room — the entire length of our house — that was barely being used. It was dark, always messy, and the kids hardly ever came down there to play. Other than serving as a guest room when we had company, it was dead space.
I wasn’t sure if my husband would like the idea. (He really hated my idea of knocking down the wall between the linen closet and our master closet and creating a funky family library.) But he quickly agreed that it made sense for me to use the larger room for my home office, and we started the big switch.
While this new space is a lot larger it doesn’t have any windows, so it was important to make it as bright as possible. I replaced the fixtures and added 5,000k bulbs for lots of clean, white light.
The room also has five revamped lamps, which I turn on at different times, so there’s plenty of light now.
The basement had been dark grey, so we painted it a light creamy greige (Benjamin Moore’s “Edgecomb Gray”) and that really brightened it up. It used to have tons of colourful artwork — even an entire wall of board games — and all that had to go. Yes, I patched approximately 5,332 holes before we painted.

Since there’s so much colour in the projects I make, I wanted to keep my office soft: white, light pink, and gold. I bought pale pink fabric ($3/m on clearance) to make floor-to-ceiling curtains to hide the few toys that remain, repainted our media cabinet pink, and painted $3 thrift store lamps pink. Pretty much everything else in the room is white, gold, cream, or wood tones.

Now that I had room to spread out, I needed enough furniture to properly store all of my fabric, sewing supplies, crafting gear, and office supplies.
I bought a long laminate dresser and nightstand on Kijiji and painted them white.

I scored a free set of lockers, painted them, and built a wood casing to dress them up. I also took an Ikea cube unit that used to store toys and used it for fabric storage.
We moved my custom built-in U-shaped desk into my new office, and reconfigured the pieces so it was a longer L-shaped desk.

We also built a huge square work table on wheels, which can connect to my desk or be rolled to the other side of the room.
I also redid a small desk that moves around the room, too, as needed. It’s so nice being able to spread out a bunch of fabric and patterns, or organize papers.
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In total, my new office cost us about $600 and it was worth every cent. I love spending time down here now, it never feels crowded, and I have plenty of room for everything.
When you work from home, I think it can be easy to allot yourself only a tiny area of dedicated work space. But it’s absolutely worthwhile to make yourself an office you love — a space that calms you, energizes you, and makes you feel good about sitting down to work.



