I have heard about this site, Bloglovin, but like most new things, I wasn’t sure I needed it until I joined. I TOTALLY NEED IT!! If you follow more than one blog, it is very convenient, because you end up with all of your favorite blogs in one place, and you get a “news feed” of every blog you follow that has a new post. You can set it up to send you emails, either daily or every time a new post arrives, but I opted out of that feature entirely.
I was just saying last night, “You don’t know what you don’t know.” So true! Well now I know, and you can too. Happy Hump Day!
Return of the iKlutz. (OK, OK, iPromise no more of the “i” jokes!)
My poor little iPhizzle leapt from my loose sweater pocket and hit the tile floor of the bathroom. iPhizzle: 0; Tile Floor: 1.
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Yes, that is good old scotch tape holding the tiny shards in place. She still works, but is very pathetic looking. Related story: A year or so ago some criminals tried to use my credit card at a WalMart in Alabama (although the actual card was sitting in my wallet – they somehow got the number and made a dummy card). Needless to say, they got caught, but my credit card was cancelled due to the fraudulent activity. I had to get a new card, etc., which was only minorly a pain in the butt. However, I had set up my phone insurance to charge this credit card monthly, and forgot to call to give them the new credit card information when it changed. Long story short, I had no phone insurance.
I think the breaking of my iPhone 4 mere days before the release of the iPhone 5 was the universe screaming “You deserve the iPhone 5!” However, since the universe’s check obviously got lost in the mail, I sought out cheaper alternatives. This was the best option I could find (click picture for link):
iPhizzle’s new outfit.
The reviews range everywhere from “These are easily the worst screens I’ve seen” and “Worst investment” to “Worked great! Saved $70 doing it myself” and “Take your time and this product will work beautifully.” So I assembled my tools, found the You Tube tutorial, and hunkered down.
I am curious how the guitar pick comes into play.
I started working at 6:00 p.m. First step was removal of the SIM card, which was pretty easy.
SIM card removal.
Then remove the two tiny screws at the bottom of the phone, and remove the back cover (which is also made of glass and miraculously did not shatter).
Back removed.
I am still amazed by how tiny these screws are. Here is the one taken out of the bottom of the iPhone:
Tiniest Screw!
The video tutorial I used is here:
The process involved a LOT of pausing and rewinding. TONS of it. That is really the key: listen and watch, then attempt. I tried just listening while doing, but since I can’t tell the motherboard from the shield from the cover plate, I needed the visual assistance. Also, the video will tell you to remove certain screws, and then just blow through it. The video is only 6:43 long, and it took me 5 times that long to actually complete the tasks it covers.
That screw shown above turned out to be one of the largest of all the grains of sand screws I encountered.
Tinier-est Screw!
They are infuriatingly small. INFURIATING. The one criticism I read in the comments, and 100% agree with, is that the tiny plastic screwdriver isn’t doing you any favors. You will see in the video that the instructor has a magnetic tiny screwdriver. That guy really has it all. Must be nice. I finally got a pair of tweezers to handle the screws. Also, I realized pretty early on that dumping all of the screws into one container was a terrible idea. They are all different sizes and lengths, and I need to keep them organized. Therefore, I started the following organizational chart:
Organization?
And then it was burrito-thirty:
Yum!
After a ten minute face-stuffing break, I got back to work. I successfully disassembled my iPhone, and at this point in the game, I started getting nervous:
“No disassemble Stephanie!”
The instructional video ended abruptly, and I had a mini panic attack, thinking I would have to figure out re-assembly on my own! AHH!! However, there is a second video in the series about putting it all back together. And, per usual, this portion was the hardest part.
After much frustration, and redoing several portions of the “build,” I finally had a finished product. And get this – IT WORKED. My iPhone works. That’s right, baby. My iPhizzle put the FUN back in functional. Number of screws lost? Only one. Not bad, right? I would not recommend doing this task over carpet. No way, Jose (Chan?). If there was a competition for catching tiny screws with your thighs, I would at least be competing at the regional semi-finals. Here are the tools I did NOT use, and still do not know what they are for:
Again, what’s with the guitar pick??
I finished at 8:45. That is 2 hours and 35 minutes, omitting the burrito-fest. Not too bad, but a terrible way to end a Monday. If I had to deal with these miniscule screws all day, I would absolutely lose it. This article now makes so much sense.
I feel like I was in the trenches with these workers, and fought along side them. “SCREW THESE TINY SCREWS!!” they must’ve chanted in unison. How do you say that in Chinese?
The Boy and I have guests coming next weekend, so we are waiting to demo the green bathroom (seen here). I can hardly contain myself. I cleaned the disgusting green tub recently and repeated to myself, over and over, “I will never have to scrub this green tub again. I will never have to scrub this green tub again. I will never have to scrub this green tub again.” It is getting to the point where the bathroom is starting to demo itself, in a desperate cry for help.
“If I weren’t green, I’d be so blue.”
In the meantime, we are tackling a few smaller projects and finishing touches around the house. I reupholstered a few chairs over a year ago, and I can fully admit that I had no idea what I was doing and did a terrible job. I learn by doing, and sometimes I fail by doing, but every attempt gets me closer to mastering a new task. I also sometimes shoot myself in the thigh with the staple gun.
True Story.
Here is our current dining room situation:
Poor Phoebe.
Please note: chairs, Phoebe, and “just because” roses from The Boy. Please ignore: dust, folding doors, power strip, cement, and “artistic” nature of the picture.
The seat on the chair on the left just comes out (no screws), so I popped it out and started removing all of the staples using pliers.
The underbelly of the beast.
For reasons that now baffle current me, past me decided to use loose stuffing when I upholstered these chairs, which I was reminded of then I started pulling out the old staples and it all came tumbling out and made a HUGE mess.
Surprise!
What on earth was past me thinking? The results were a very lumpy and uncomfortable set of chairs that appeared to have cellulite. I wanted to not only remedy this, but give them pretty new seats that will match the dining room (if it is EVER completed), since they spend most of their time hanging out with Phoebe Buffet, who is quite a stunning beauty. Phoebe prefers not to be flanked by cellulite-ridden imbeciles, and who can blame her?
I saved some of the stuffing in a giant Ziplock bag for future projects, and trashed the rest. Current me is now much wiser and bought two foam pads, which is the preferred method of cushioning chairs. Thanks to Joann’s coupon app, I got 50% off my entire purchase, and only spent around $7.00 for both. The new fabric was purchased from Joann’s a long time ago when I was furiously buying 1/2 price remnants, so I am not sure how much I paid for it. Although me of a year ago was obviously pretty dumb, I am sure I was still cheap frugal.
I laid the seat, including foam, on top of the large sheet of material and cut out a square, giving myself plenty of extra around the edges. Once it was cut, I started by putting a few staples in one side, then pulling the opposite side taut and putting a few there. Then I flip it over and see if any of the staples are pulling too hard. It wil be pretty obvious because it makes an indention in the foam that is very noticeable. If a staple is too tight, I simply take it out and give the fabric a little slack before re-stapling. This is the part that can be slightly infuriating, because you want the material to be tight, but you do not want indentions. Once I am satisfied, I do the same thing with the other opposing sides. The corners are tricky, and tough to explain/photograph. It is very much like wrapping a present, and you just want to get it as taut and smooth as possible. I find it helpful to do the corners last, once all four sides are secure, so that I can cut out some of the material in the corner. Finally, I fill in the gaps with staples to finish her off, and then cut off the excess material.
I just popped that baby back in, and was very pleased with the new look:
I repeated this process with the other chair, which also had the loose stuffing. The only difference is that the seat was held on with four screws, but it was no big deal. Every chair is a little different, and just takes a little inspection to determine how (or if) the seat portion is held into place. I have two other chairs while require full disassembly to reupholster, but that is a completely different story, and they might stay ugly forever.
These photos are not the best, but it was difficult to photograph because the dining table is in the way. I promise MUCH better pictures when the room is more finished. My plan is to buy this rug to go under the square table, which I am hoping is a little less off-white in person:
Eivor Cirkel from Ikea.
but I haven’t figured out window treatments or any finishing touches. I am pretty bad at decorating. I would rather lay hardwood floors or operate a jackhammer than pick out curtains or throw pillows, because I want color, but I never know which ones go well together, and I fear tackiness. And while The Boy embraces his feminine side, he is not much help in this department. That isn’t to say he doesn’t placate and humor me, but he just doesn’t care about decorating, and he loves the 90’s. Awhile back I emailed him some rug options I liked for the living room, and I threw in one hilarious Zach Morris-esque option just for laughs. HE PICKED IT. I knew then and there that all decorating decisions were mine and mine alone. It is just now occuring to me that I may have been duped by some reverse psychology. Darn The Boy. He is so smart.
