I can't believe we've been here for more than a month. Seems like just yesterday we were unpacking the very full shipping container... (note the facial expression! There is a guy walking buy on the street when I'm geeking out taking pictures, and I think Chad is trying to say with his eyes: "I tolerate her.")
We knew we were going to have work to do. The 'whipped cream' ceilings, the wallpaper, the carpets etc etc. But we weren't expecting for major plumbing jobs. What are we - new??
Here, in answer to the question, "How are you settling in?" is a short photo essay.
Nothing says love like duct tape in the shower!!!
Stay tuned for the bathroom saga. And no, I didn't find a super cute dresser at a thrift store for $4 and transform it into a gorgeous vintage-chic-chalk-paint miracle. *&^!
I went to Home Depot and paid cash for all new vanities. We are on a time crunch here. The pink bathtub and growing mould factory is so gross that we have to force the kids (and to be honest, myself too) to shower. We are the great unwashed... Chad hasn't shaved in six weeks and I just wear a toque permanently. You can call me Relic.
In our defence, we have had three hockey tournaments, unpacking and carpet removal happening around here. And I just finally broke down and went to the doctor yesterday to find out I have bronchial pneumonia. So, the improvements aren't speeding along as hoped, but we are all fed and clothed for now! Bring on the antibiotics, hot tea, more naps and a little plumbing fairy. :)
We get how lucky we are to have this home.
We bought it from an elderly lady who has lived here for almost 50 years. She and her husband raised a large family in this house, and in the end it was just her.
Sometimes it feels like these days of driving kids to hockey and swimming pools, hosting sleepovers and helping with homework will last forever. But I know it goes in the blink of an eye. So... before I continue with the home reno horror stories, it's good to remind myself it is good to value this home and the lives lived here before us.
We moved from a cute wartime house in a largish city to a 1912 Eatons home in a tiny city. I am so excited to be in a town again with the noon-hour siren, post office for mail and the school so close I can hear the bell from my front lawn.
And, all three kids get their own bedroom, we have a basement and an attic, lovely wood moulding around the windows, hot water heat and lots more to be excited about. So much space after being in a 900 square foot house for many years.
We also have 50 year old carpets with dirt paths worn in, toilets that won't flush, a lot of dirt, one dead mouse which I had to *peel* off a bathroom shelf, a shit ton of wallpaper, cracked paint and the small detail of the bathtub coming through the kitchen ceiling. I'd say it's overwhelming, but that word is too hard for me to type right now.
Today the goal is to unpack at least three boxes and still have plenty of time to ball up in the foetal position and rock back and forth.