Astroturf and a HAM

What do those two things have in common? Our back patio.


See, we inherited this “patio”. I love it, not because of what it is, but what it can be. I like to think if I stare at it long enough it will transform on its own.

We are talkin bout a HAM. For those of you that don’t know what that is I made clear in this post.

First let’s talk about scale because you can’t tell much from pictures. Insert Google Earth cam.


You might notice it’s AS BIG AS THE HOUSE. literally. You could take our inside and just move it out onto the patio. And that black part in the back that looks like the roof? It’s not. It’s more patio in the shade. Yep. That is happening behind our house.

First, let’s get the bad news out of the way. The whole thing is constructed out of stainless steel and concrete (that’s not the bad part). The concrete was sealed before it cured and now it is all, chip by chip, coming up (bad part).


We have a plan for this. Sort of. Well we really just have a plan to get it all up so we can actually redo it correctly. We tackle one square of concrete per month. Brilliant plan, right? Right.

We love our steel structure, really we do but we also are very aware of the maintenance this beast is going to require throughout our lifetime. Phew. Let’s talk about something fun.

I realize that getting to the point where we are doing fun things outside is a LONGGGG way away. Years. (and maybe the lottery?) Really. But it’s so fun to collect pictures and think about what we could do. Because the space is so big I have decided that we need to divide it up into sections. Currently I’m going with three and the whole thing really started when I saw this picture:


It’s so retro. So kid friendly. So perfect. I’m in love with the idea of having an astroturf section. For those of you that think astroturf is strictly for rednecks you are wrong. Exhibit A.


Here are a couple other pictures I had in mind so when I show you my butchershop diagram you will understand and you can dream with me and come to imaginary parties at our house.

outdoor kitchen



So here is my plan:


I know. I feel that way too. You can’t eat. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. It’s called love. You can hottub it, sunbathe it, cook it, fireplace it, etc all while watching your kid play on astroturf.

Until then I’ll be picking up chips of concrete the size of quarters.

Back tomorrow with the bathroom update! Tonight B replaced the belt on the lawnmower and sharpened the blades while I painted a door….purple. ugh. I don’t know why I make the same bad mistake multiple times. More on this later.

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