My Own Personal Chaos

Living in your new house while performing mass renovation on it is economically viable. It will also make you a teensy bit insane.

The refrigerator is in the basement while we pull up kitchen tile that looks like it was positively welded to the underlying hardwood. The tile itself is an unsettling smorgasbord of yellow, violet and a strange olive-grey hybrid. At the same time, we are pulling down the ceiling tiles and rafters to (hyuck, hyuck) “raise the roof”. The cabinets have no handles, as I took them off to paint but got distracted. The stove is a hulking, ancient contraption that looks like the thing that landed in Roswell.

Our washer & dryer are in the ½ bathroom. The couch is in the dining room. And the dining room table is apparently being held hostage in a Slumberland warehouse, the location of which is known only to the very top dogs over at the CIA.

On the upside, the first round of demolition went well and our house is now free of icky paneling, old carpet, and faux wood accessories. The mutant shrub that was feasting on the right half of the porch – also gone.

I hope to have one room finished before the end of the month…a sanctuary amidst my own personal chaos.

(Everything in this posting is completely tongue-in-cheek. I love my new/old house and the projects associated with it.)