My house, that is. For the past couple of weeks (and again this coming weekend) we've been doing some renovating. Which really means that my dear BIL, Mark, who is a contractor by trade and wizard of all sorts of other things, has been here working on our house.
Around this time last summer, we took the furnace out of the hallway, opened up that space into the master bath and gutted the old 1950's bathroom with it's terrible battleship gray tub and sink and nasty tile in green with black trim accented by mildew stains taht would never disappear no matter what we tried. We also closed up the small window right there in the tub/shower area because it was impossible to keep free of mold and mildew. Mark put in a new heatpack thingy that sits outside and heats and cools beautifully. He and my husband put in an entirely new master bathroom with safety rails for those times I'm in a lot of pain and weak. We gained enough space to put in a full vanity with a shell shaped blue sink. When all the construction was done, we called in a young guy who lives down the street from my father to do the wallpapering. The whole thing turned out beautifully.
However, in all this doing, we had to tear out and repair some of the wall in the hallway and have been looking at patched areas of sheet rock ever since. Sure, we could have painted it but hubby decided he wanted to remove the door to the dining room and put an arch in. Said no point doing the painting 'til that was done. Now Mark works as a supervisor for a large construction company here so is busy during the week. Then he got to doing some work for our friend who was widowed in Novemeber. She needed a lot of things done at her house that had been put off while her husband was so ill. Finally, there came a break in her work, so Mark was ours.
The door came off the dining room and he convinced my husband that it would look better cased than trying to do a small arch there. So he fixed that up and finished up the hallway. Next he put up crown moulding in the dining room. I struggled to find the energy to move things that had been stored in the dining room into the back room which should soon become a guestroom/sewing room. Unfortunately, since I've been so sick this past winter, all sorts of things had accumulated back there so I had to straighten out that junk first. Then we had to shop for paints and flooring.
This past weekend while I fought a sinus infection and headaches, the guys (with a little help from one of my neices) moved anything remaining in the dining room to the center and started painting. Hubby wanted to use two grays in the room - a light fray at the bottom under the high "chair" rail and a darker gray at the top. I fussed that the dark top would feel like it was pressing down on you and insisted teh lighter gray go near the ceiling. The painting is over except some touch up work. There's lots of paint in the old wooden floor (my neice was new to this) but it won't matter. This weekend, they will put two jacks under the house to better support the wall where the side-by-side refridgerator/freezer is (this house was built in the 50's )then lay the new Pergo type flooring which is a color called gunstock oak. A sort of medium shade. While they do, my friend, Brenda, and I are going furniture shopping. She needs a table and I need furniture for the dining room. It's such a small room though - only 10.5' x 10.5' Wish me luck!
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