Now, for your voyeuristic/cautionary tale approval, I give you:
Two Of The Five Gutted Rooms, All [We Hope] Done. (Forever And Ever, Amen.)
Shall we jaunt back down the stinky, depressing, covered-in-tears Memory Lane? (Please forgive the iPhone photos. Why yes, I do have a camera so advanced it could land a jet...but I think it's in storage. So, no flash it is!)
First, the bathroom.
|The cesspool that started it all. Good God, that thing|
looks like the beginning of a horror film.
|The bathroom, all torn to shreds. Please note, however,|
that the toilet paper stayed intact throughout. WHY?!
|The beginning of the end [of the walls].|
|New floor! And some sorta prep work for the walls. That took|
3 weeks. (You really don't wanna rush these things.)
|But- oh my stars- what a shiny new bathroom! (If you disregard |
the janky blinds! Which we clearly did!)
|Someone is happy with her new mirror/|
sconces/shower tile. Okay, it's me.
Now, the family room!
|Old family room, looking towards the hall and|
stairs. Not pictured: a Precious Moments fan pull.
Very pictured: Miami hotel tile, circa 1963.
|Same view, but new wood-grain porcelain tile! |
And new Buckwheat Flour (?) walls!
|Aaand, full of our stuff again.|
|Same room, to the lefthand side.|
Nora refuses to leave this room.
|Old view of the family room, looking out onto the street.|
Sweet bell peppers, that floor was awful.
|New floor! New walls! New- hey wait, why did the|
contractors put ALL of our stuff on that couch?
|Ah, that's better. Nice and jammy-packedy.|
And it's not dark at all- in fact, it's so bright that my
iPhone cam couldn't handle its luminescence.
Because you never know.