apologies up front for the corniest post title ever...
If anyone is ever interested in building their endurance in high stress situations, I highly recommend tackling a whole house renovation. We are now three and a half months into our biggest DIY ever. The house, while on the upswing, is still a construction zone. Meanwhile, the apartment is starting to resemble a small hoard as I empty our closets and drawers into boxes.
I know, I know… I’ve been seriously slacking in my blog-keeping as of late. But it’s only because we’ve been kicking ass and taking names. We had our carpet installed at the end of August. Never have I ever thought I would be moved to tears at the sight of carpeted floors. Aaron rewired the entire house- the WHOLE THING. This included spending several hours in the crawl space so he could access the wires running into the kitchen. The first floor walls are getting some love and the washer and dryer are successfully IN the laundry room. Last night, at midnight, I cemented the last tile in place for the tub surround. Hell might be tiling bathtub alcoves forever... just a guess.
There is one room in our house that hasn’t seen much action over the last few months: the kitchen. Though I spend way too much time drooling over gorgeous kitchens on Pinterest, our new kitchen is actually on hold. We decided, shortly after we purchased this mess, that we just didn't have the time this summer to really transform the kitchen the way we wanted. We have big plans for that space- plans that far exceed our budget and our timeline. So although it’s dated, the Hess House kitchen is functional (and has a gas range!). Not to mention it came with a dishwasher and a trash compactor. Who could ask for anything more?!
Instead we opted for a “freshing up”. I hadn't minded the tile on the floor. The burnt orange-y red squares weren’t the worst thing I’d ever seen; and they definitely weren't laminiate. But the giant piece of plywood, haphazardly screwed down where a few tiles were missing, was an eyesore. I had hoped to be able to simply find a matching tile and do a quick fix. No such luck. Instead I went with a Pin and a prayer; I created my own take on a tiling pattern I found online. While I can’t decide if it’s quirky or a serious mistake, at least now it looks intentional. The walls are in the process of being refreshed with a new blue-green color, Celadon. And the floral cabinet knobs will be replaced with more modern Satin Nickel knobs. While it isn’t our dream kitchen, it really does amaze me just how much a gallon of paint can transform a room.
Someday we’ll get around to our kitchen reno. (Hopefully) someday I’ll also get more than five hours of sleep a night. When I began writing this post, I was feeling so discouraged. We've heard "a house is never done" more times than we can count. And while that makes sense, I was starting to think that we would never see the end of dust and construction; that we would never see the day where we could enjoy our home. We have such a ways to go before our biggest trouble is where to hang frames or how to angle the couch. When we move in, I'll still be picking up screws and steering Addie away from power tools. But as I sorted and picked photos to share, I was reminded of where we started. We're getting there, one piece of drywall at a time. It really is starting to look like home.
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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