Welcome to Casa de Dump.
Charming isn't it?
This is the view from the front door.
Yes, the flowers are dead. I gave up weeks ago. I just haven't gotten round to pulling them out and replacing them with my usual fall mums. I'm kind of thinking that isn't going to happen this year.
Yes, old homes have charm (which is code for they are huge money pits) and they are usually very solidly built. This one is no exception. The demo work that was supposed to last a day and a half took an entire week.
I have to believe we are done with this phase. There's very little left to demo.
This is the master bath today.
We are down to the floor joists now.
Be careful where you step or you will end up in the living room down below.
Apparently, though, I am not alone in my life of demolishion and remodeling bliss.
I was gut laughing at a post that was shared by a reader here on Motivated Monday who is also in the throws of construction and is learning to cope with the manic mayhem by distracting herself with pseudo internet shopping. I was definitely taking notes.
The first line in her post reads,
Amazon is my Heroin like Pinterest is my Crack..
Stop by Chaos With A Curve for the full story and a dose of humor and tell her that mommies need to look sexy too.
In other words, she needs this coat!
What a cocktail doesn't cure, a little retail therapy will.
(yes, this post is heavy with smiling faces but hey, a girl has to laugh to keep her sanity in all this mess).
So while life upstairs in this old house is so discombobulated I will perhaps focus instead on up styling a pair of shoes like
She is a fan of the fifties fashion vibe and so am I. Love these and nobody else,except us, will have a pair.
Cute and unique. Gotta like that.
Maybe I will concentrate on my neglected fireplace mantel. Perhaps bringing in a bit of seasonal decor to a less disrupted part of the house would be helpful.
I'm thinking this Halloween ispired mantel
would make me feel better about my life.
I want it but who am I kidding? I can't even get rid of my dead flowers. Still, a girl can pretend. You, though, will want to take this idea and run with it.
Actually, all kidding aside, I knew what I was getting in to and even with all the dust and the sixteen extra men in my house, I am so excited to see this project finally coming to fruition. I have all the faith in the world that when they are finished it is going to be worth every delay and inconvenience. I just hope they are out of here by Chistmas.