We promised pictures this week. And so we shall deliver.
The floor guy finished laying the wood parts of the stairs. Of course they are under cardboard (hence the blue tape) but we’ve been assured that it’s there. We also had the banister installed.
Gracie the cat loves the stairs. Or more appropriately, this is where she believes her plot to kill her captives and finally gain freedom will go down. Silly cat doesn’t understand that crunchies don’t grow on trees.
Working with the iron guy was very cool and I feel unnecessarily proud of the outcome. I didn’t actually do any of the forging but I did get to visit the workshop.
This doesn’t look like much but for those of you who have been in the house, you understand the gift that is a level sub-floor. And yes, those two pieces of wood are keeping the boogeyman out. The haunted house front doors have slowly deteriorated during our tenure. They no longer close completely and the handset decided to stop working earlier this week. Good thing we don’t have any thing to steal.
There has also been progress in the powder room. No more exposed termite guts.
And progress in the laundry. The room still needs baseboards and another electrical outlet before we can do the full install. But we have a functional washer and dryer. Game changer.
Upstairs things are a little more finished. The floors are in. Marble in the guest bath. Oversized tile in the master. Carpet in the bedrooms (whah whah).
And oil finished oak in the hallways and down the stairs (and someday soon, throughout the downstairs). When you are living in a construction zone–where all you see is what needs to be done, changed or fixed–it’s easy to lose site of what is beautiful. These floors are beautiful.
Our current bedtime digs aren’t bad if you ignore the unfinished electrical outlets, face-plateless switches and door frames that need to be sanded and painted (again). This is also where future guests will lay their heads. The bedroom features its own en suite and a one of a kind Buddy-the-Cat sleeping companion. The bad news is that he’ll dig in your hair if you aren’t up by 5:00 AM to feed him. The good news is that after his first morning meal, he’ll go back to bed with you, lie on your chest with his little fluffy head as close to your nose as possible and share the after vapors of his Royal Canin “aging cat” vittles.
The Ms. closet. I spend more time here than I should. I think it’s because this is the only completely finished, clean and organized area in the house right now. Despite TD’s continued insistence and certain habitual tendencies that support his argument, I am not on the spectrum. However, I openly admit that the Ms. closet is my version of the Temple Grandin’s cow hugging machine.
If I had to guess how far along we are in this catastrophe of a project, I’d speculate about 40%. We’ve owned the house for six months. They’ve been working on it for five and some change. We’ve lived in it for going on a month. And we’re less than half way there.
Stu. Pen. Dous.
In fact, allow me to share with you the status of the rest of the house.
Bombed-out shell of a kitchen with toilet in the middle has been transformed into a bombed-out shell of a kitchen with old dishwasher in the middle. That box and the mirrored closet door are the second part of our home security system. Every night we block the way to the laundry room (and garage) with the door and enforce it with the box.
Decorating for Halloween to the tune of Stranger Things is in big this year. Someone send me a string of lights and we’ll be good to go. I suspect the upside-down world is Via Corona and it wouldn’t surprise me to find Barb hanging out in the attic.
Speaking of Stranger Things, I need to digress for a moment.
Via Corona after we pulled off the river rock:
Moving on. Dining room. I think the boarded up fireplace gives it that extra special abandoned house je ne sais quoi. Artwork c/o Sloane Blum.
Charming isn’t it?
TD and I are attempting to accept the reality that despite funding this little expedition, we are not (and never have been) in control. We are well beyond the original estimate of three-to-four months of work. And for those of you keeping track–still no freakin’ permits on the addition and deck.