Richard and I only closed on the new house last Thursday, but we’ve been blowing like mad to get her into shape before this Tuesday. It’s like flipping a house and then living in it afterwards. I have a whole new respect for the people on those shows like “Flip This House” and its ilk. This shit is hard, I’m not gonna lie to you.
So far, since Thursday night, we’ve done the following:
1. Painted the entire interior of the house (living room, dining room, kitchen, halls, staircase, closets, bedrooms and three bathrooms)
2. Pulled up carpets upstairs and downstairs
3. Pulled up linoleum in kitchen and breakfast room and crappy old tile in foyer
4. Yanked off all the old baseboards
5. Had carpet installed upstairs and on staircase
6. Installed ceramic tile in kitchen, breakfast room, foyer and powder room
7. Installed hardwood floors (Brazilian cherry…yum) in living room, dining room and hallway
8. Installed crown molding throughout house
9. Installed new baseboards throughout house
10. Planted four banana leaf palms in backyard
11. Tore out old wrought-iron banisters (one upstairs and one downstairs), refinished them and painted them black
12. Installed new lighting in dining room, breakfast room and foyer
13. And we’ve also packed half of the old house in the meantime
I can’t tell you how glad I’m going to be when this is all finished and we can just enjoy the fruits of our labor (I really hate that phrase…”fruits of our labor”…but it’s late and I’m tired and I can’t think of any other clever euphimisms right now). And it will be so nice to get more than four hours of sleep on a routine basis again. I’m getting to that point where, like after a really long and intense game of Tetris, all I can see when I close my eyes at night are paint cans and grout.
No photos yet, but soon, my pretties…soon. I’m off to finish up our packing.