This weekend, part of the house will be a disaster zone. Some of you will remember when my husband and the boys put in the new wood kitchen floor over the main area, but we still have icky vinyl tile in the area that used to be the breakfast room. Now it's the "here's where we dump stuff when we come in from the backyard---spare shoes and all assorted stuff" room. There are a couple of bookshelves in there for cookbooks and book pile run-off, plus the deep freeze and a long table Gary made that's intended to be a craft/sewing/art space for me.
Hoping the new floor we're going to put in (peel 'em and stick 'em) will transform the room from blah to ah.
So, tonight will unpack the bookshelves and drag everything else out of there so as to be workable. I'd take a photo of the floor now (patched vinyl, not pretty), but my battery is dead on my camera. For once, I'm glad of that!
My goodness, we're all into fixing things the past week or so. New faucet for bathroom sink which Gary put in, plus plumber repaired leaks in tub faucets. Bought black enamel to freshen up bathroom floor, which we'll tile when more money trickles in----and it all makes me feel happy. New stuff is always a rush. And this old house is beginning to grin a little. It doesn't like to look broken either.
