I mean…..this is taking forever. And twelve days.
Just when we think we have like two more things to do probably 50 more things appear. Really. It’s a problem. But we are in the “final stages”. I consider the final stages to bit a pit of hell. You’re tired of working on the same project mentally, physically, emotionally….but yet you are so close and you can see the tunnel that every day you just crawl back to it on your hands and knees begging
for mercy that your one last door frame will fit and that this last square inch of skin on your hands will not blister over.
The good news is that I can just imagine the room around me. I am totally like those blindfolded people you see on febreze commercials who are sitting in a room full of garbage saying “mmmmmmm it smells like fresh flowers and laundy…a little bit of lilac…whispy white curtains”.
Yes. That is exactly me during a renovation.
Blake on the other hand. No. not even in the slightest is he capable of imagining himself out of the sawdust nightmare. So I do hope, mostly for his sake, that this comes to a close sooner rather than later.
Things are looking good though. We have successfully connected three rooms together to make a master suite. We have one sliding barn type door, one wall mounted tv, one electric fireplace, and spent 3 hours staining wood for the room. Sounds like a magical palace doesn’t it? I know….these things hardly seem like they belong together but BEHOLD this sneak peak!
Yeah those sconces….$4 at Habitat baby.
For perspective…the wall which you see there is the wall torn down to studs in this picture:
Now that I have given you that sneak peak I will return to the pits of hell and continue wiping 4 inches of dust off of everything, caulking and painting 75 pieces of door frame, crown, dusting, baseboard, thresholds, hanging curtains, dusting, boiling more door knobs, attaching random hardware, dusting.
Folks, we are almost ready to move in!