So last Friday (a mere, I believe, 51 days after I submitted my initial offer) I bought a house.
It’s a 2600 ft.2 masterpiece of off-square doorways, wood panelling, and bad wallpaper sitting on a jungely acre of dandelion weeds and ant hills (that I gave the Viet Kong treatment last weekend). Having moved from a cramped apartment, as far as space is concerned, it’s a complete embarrassment of riches. We’ve only got enough furniture to fill a tiny fraction of the space.
But that’s what industrial cable spools and egg crates are for.
(If I had theme music, it would be set to the banjo, but that’s another story.)
It’s got good bones, as the saying goes, but it’s got eczema in the form of some fugly wallpaper. That has been this week’s project. Speaking of dry, itchy feelings, I spent a little over $6K in two days last weekend. Shazaam!
the master bathroom, stripped of it's cherubim (yes) wallpaper
To leave the amazing room divider or not?
The fridge has been switched out for a gently used Frigidaire Gallery. The cabinets are losing their Medieval Times hardware and are getting slapped with a coat of robin's egg blue paint this week. The wallpaper gave up the ghost last night. The linoleum floor and the straight-out-of-my-childhood formica countertops will live to fight another day, as my savings account skulks back into the shadows to nurse its wounds.
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