It has been a fun few days at Casa Deborah...
As some of you know, I live in an approximately 130 year old farmhouse. It's not large--only 1,200 square feet, and most of it has been added on to the original even smaller structure over the years. Usually by people whose ambitions clearly exceeded their skill sets. In short, there are lots of crooked walls, slanting floors, and odd bits and pieces.
Take my bedroom closet, for example. This is what it looked like Monday morning.
Easy, right? [Any of you who have ever had work done will be laughing at this point.]
So the Guys Who Do Stuff came in and did the work yesterday, and it was sort of right, with a lot of not so right mixed in. (Also, the cats were very indignant about having to be locked in the upstairs room so they wouldn't accidentally get out while the Guys were running in and out.)
This is what it looked like when I got home yesterday.
|Two of the three Guys Who Do Stuff|
|The mess, to be expected|
|That's not right.|
|The doors didn't line up|
|Seriously? WTF is this?|
|Nails coming through on the inside of the door for me to get snagged on|
So the Guys came back today and fixed it. It's not perfect, but that's at least in part because nothing in my house is straight, including the walls, ceiling, and floor in that room. But it is a lot better.
|Much, much better!|
Look, I can get to the whole closet now!!! (Don't look at how ugly it is in there. There are limits to what I can fix.)
Of course, now I have to take the original contents of the closet and put them back in. I'm pretty sure I have too many clothes. My plan is to look at each one as I get ready to put it back, and hope that about 20% of them will go to the Salvation Army. Do I really need 8 black sweaters? (The answer to that, of course, is YES. They're all different!)
|I have too many clothes.|
What construction project have you ever lived through? Did they go well? Or did you want to kill the Guys and bury them in the back yard?