Working 90ish hours a week last year was really tough. Juggling the mortgage job workload and the love job workload wasn’t easy. I spent a lot of time working. But it made me really happy and was worth every single hour at the computer. But it had a few perks.
See, we bought a house in September. A beautiful Swedish/Spanish/Mountain fusion house (odd, yes?) Well, perhaps beautiful is a bit of a stretch. This house was a house that only a mother could love. It had been run into the ground for years. "Upgrades" were, well, not so much an upgrade as simply shoddy handiwork. But we could see the beauty in her. We could see what she was when she was brand new over 80 years ago… and we wanted to bring her back.
Here’s where the perks of work come in. I was too busy to actually do the work. So Chris got to pull up tile and paint walls and tear down some other walls. Occasionally I would pop in, hammer some tiles and then give him a kiss goodbye… but really, that’s been the extent of it. Lucky girl, eh?
But now I don’t really have the "I have a TOOOON of work to do" excuse. Well, I do have a TOOOOON of work to do, but I have the flexibility now to manage it. So, I made a dent in some of the work today. I painted!
This was taken the day we closed! The carpets were DISGUSTING, the closets were icky, there was filth everywhere. This also happens to be the day that our dearestmostamazingcouldn’tlivewithouther cleaning lady stopped by. For many hours.
Since this photo, the carpets have been ripped up to reveal amazing ORIGINAL hardwood floors. Well, directly underneath the carpet was a layer of red paint and then a layer of yellow paint and THEN amazing ORIGINAL hardwood floors. Chris has spent weeks up there, pulling out nails and staples, stripping the paint and sanding the floors. Then he stained them an amazing coffee black and finished it off with a glossy varnish. They’re stunning!
And right behind me in the photo there once existed a gross pair of sliding glass doors. They were perpetually stuck and you had to jiggly just right to move the door juuust enough to slip out. There now exists a beautiful pair of french doors that open with the slight move of a handle.
He also ripped out that icky puny ittybittytiny closet, built an arch with stairs that lead into a 200 square foot closet that he and his dad built out of empty attic space. I kid with him that I’ll take the new closet, and he can have that very nice one on the left. But maybe I’m not kidding. No, I kid, I kid.
Seriously, how lucky am I to have snagged this guy!?
So, I felt the need to put my stamp on the room today. The first coat of paint is up and tomorrow will see the second. Then comes the moulding and perhaps we can move into our bedroom.
This lucky girl is giddy with excitement!