I've alluded to this once or twice but I am not the most pulled together of bloggers. Major props for those who have a new weekly post or a set schedule for their entries- teach me your ways. Instead, I thrive on sporadic posts at varied intervals written between changing diapers and watching (and occasionally performing) Moana. Such is life. But as we wrap up our newest project, I feel compelled to share what we've accomplished over here at the house-in-progress.
My studio/our office is looking super duper fly. Like, really really ridiculously good-looking.
I went back recently and looked at the before pics and I can't even believe how far this room has come. When we bought our dump it was a carpeted, wood-paneled, drop ceiling hot mess. It was, as Addie would say, yucky. It desperately needed some loving.
After a second weekend of demo, our house is definitely looking worse for the wear. I can see through some walls now. Where plaster and lath once were, the dust is now settling on giant gaping holes. And our front yard was (as of Sunday) looking very “scrap yard”-esque, complete with busted toilet. I don't think a sight line from the upstairs bathroom to the front door is what they meant by "open concept".
We’ve been homeowners now for exactly two weeks. I think I’ve also already experienced the whole gamut of homeowner-related emotions; everything from the fiery pits of buyers remorse (WHAT HAVE WE DONE!) to the mountain tops of excitement where the possibilities are endless (I am basically Joanna Gaines). Despite going in with our rose colored glasses off, these feelings were probably inevitable. And despite the feelings of uncertainty as demo makes the house look worse, our spirit is not crushed.
About the Author:
Tasha is a freelance artist, stay-at-home mama, and, in her husbands words, a lifestyle manager. She and Aaron are in the midst of renovating their 94 year old home while raising their sassy daughters, Adelaide & Emma.
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