This is the new place! Not the best picture, but when I worked up enough energy to actually go outside and take a picture, there were worker's trucks parked everywhere, and this is what I ended up with. But I think you can kinda get a feel for it. 
It was built in 1953 or 54 (I can't remember exactly) and therefore had a master closet the size of a postage stamp. So the renovations have begun. However, there were 2 other small closets nearby and so by combining all three we were able to wind up with a nice master closet. Plus the pink tile was "cute" and "vintage" (friend's remarks) but needed to go. SORRY - I'm just not into "vintage" when it comes to plumbing and toilets, and closet space.
I went to run errands one Thursday morning and returned to a shrouded bedroom. Our contractor told us we would need to move out of the master bedroom and I dutifully cleaned out the bathroom, but wasn't prepared for this. It's kinda creepy looking - and now everything is covered by a layer of dust that is pretty amazing. It's like one of those movies where people just disappear and everything is left behind. I think I'm letting my imagination get out of control. Let's move on.
There's this in our driveway. See? Our dumpster has a happy face on it and it's green and cheerful. It beautifies the neighborhood. Right?
We've had lots of these guys around. One morning I counted three Mr. Rooter trucks parked in front of our house. See? He's cheerful and winking and smiling.
Did I mention there's workers trucks parked everywhere? I'm sure our neighbors just want to scream, but surprisingly everyone has been very nice.
But I'm saving the best for last.
It was built in 1953 or 54 (I can't remember exactly) and therefore had a master closet the size of a postage stamp. So the renovations have begun. However, there were 2 other small closets nearby and so by combining all three we were able to wind up with a nice master closet. Plus the pink tile was "cute" and "vintage" (friend's remarks) but needed to go. SORRY - I'm just not into "vintage" when it comes to plumbing and toilets, and closet space.
I went to run errands one Thursday morning and returned to a shrouded bedroom. Our contractor told us we would need to move out of the master bedroom and I dutifully cleaned out the bathroom, but wasn't prepared for this. It's kinda creepy looking - and now everything is covered by a layer of dust that is pretty amazing. It's like one of those movies where people just disappear and everything is left behind. I think I'm letting my imagination get out of control. Let's move on.There's this in our driveway. See? Our dumpster has a happy face on it and it's green and cheerful. It beautifies the neighborhood. Right?
We've had lots of these guys around. One morning I counted three Mr. Rooter trucks parked in front of our house. See? He's cheerful and winking and smiling.
Did I mention there's workers trucks parked everywhere? I'm sure our neighbors just want to scream, but surprisingly everyone has been very nice.
But I'm saving the best for last.
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