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.
From as early as I can remember, I always loved to decorate my bedroom. I loved how a space could visibly reflect my personality. My first foray into room decor was in elementary school. I painted my whole room (ceiling and all) a denim blue AND I left it splotchy "to look like the sky". I'm giving my younger self a major eye roll. Though my "style" was questionable at times, my mom was supportive of my creative ventures. She drew the line at my "black walls with glow in the dark paint to look like outer space" idea; good call, Mom. As a high schooler I loved my room. Looking back, it was sensory overload. Two orange walls, another hot pink, and the fourth red. Band posters, stickers, buttons, collectibles... all thrown together to create my happy place. Incase you aren't imagining it:
You wouldn’t know from its current state, but our house has come so far from where it was at the time of purchase. Sure, the house had walls, decent flooring, and some cool details. But that was it. When we bought our house we had no amenities, nothing. Since it was a vacant dwelling for the better part of six years, all utility services to the house had been disconnected, shut off, or stolen (adios, copper pipes!). I had always pictured us buying a fixer upper but I never thought that I would have to reinstate the basic amenities.
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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