They asked us what we wanted to do. We answered with the usual; new shelving, finished walls, maybe a new countertop, definitely a wet bar, perhaps a gas fireplace, a pool table, a craft table, an indoor swimming pool, and a good place for Jazzercise. We weren't picky. We got two quotes. One for 5k and the other for 8k. We scaled back our requests- okay, maybe just make it a liveable space? Still 5k and/or 8k.
|Looks clean in this pic. It ain't.|
Some of you will recall that, this past summer (whilst hugely pregnant), P.J., my sis Kate, and I undertook some minor demolition of a Formica island (which would be a good name for a slasher flick) and found...water damage, rot, and holes drilled directly into the [ugly] ceramic tile.
So we got an exceptionally good mold remediation/demolition team to dig out, eradicate, and repair. They did a great job. But, when they were done, we still had a half-painted, fully plastered room with loads of storage junk in it.
|Pregnant gal. Water damaged |
We donated a ton of, well, junk. Threw out bags n' bags. We sold some more. We Craigslisted a very comfy- but very much so on its last legs- easy chair...which, moments after we placed it out back was vandalized and stripped of all metal springs and supports by a marauding scrapper truck. (Darn you SCRAPPERS!!!) I scrubbed and scraped some more. Painted and edged and painted and edged. Pale spring green and white and pale spring green and white. Covered a teal window well with five coats of white paint. Decided that the bright green horizontal blinds in the small window would have to stay. Decided that the cracked vinyl of the picture window would have to stay. Decided that the ceramic tile styled after a Miami hotel from the 1970s would have to stay...for the entire level.
But the ugly, greasy, and chipped cabinets gracing an entire wall? The holdover from when this was a garden apartment's trashed kitchen, complete with broken, water-filled appliances (the only ones in the house upon our move-in)? Those, I could do. I painted and refaced and painted and refaced. (White and white and white and white.)
It felt good that I was reclaiming an area of this house from its former squalor.
It felt good that this room no longer incited me to vomit and/or cry.
|The lighting does this pic NO favors,|
but it's the same angle as the first pic. And
yes, there is fruit on the rug. Baby steps.
Now we have one really cozy little corner...and a gigantic, extremely clean, and extremely empty room.
Just perfect for putting down a Jazzercise mat.