We are almost there!
The upstairs is almost done. The contractor is putting the quarter-rounds along the baseboards as I type – and then some light fixtures, a few heat registers, a wooden ornamental thing for where the stairs meets the wall, and voilà.
To help you ooh and aah properly, let me provide you with a little before and after action. Shall we?
The Stairs, BEFORE:
Me likey the old blue-grey carpet… Not on your life.
The Stairs, AFTER:
Can you believe the difference? I LOVE THESE STAIRS!
The Front Bedroom, BEFORE:
What you can’t see from this pictures is the chintzy paneling on the wall. We had that removed and the plaster restored, resulting in…
The Front Bedroom, AFTER:
… a much nicer looking bedroom.
The Middle Bedroom, BEFORE:
Same chintzy paneling on the wall.
The stains on the air mattress add a certain je ne sais quoi.
What was that taking up space in the corner? Oh, yes, I remember…
…a shower. That’s right. How could I forget?
The Middle Bedroom, AFTER:
Does this bedroom make you believe in Jesus? Because it has been RESURRECTED.
Look, no shower! No shower! No shoooooweeeeeer!!!!!!!
(Disregard wood putty drying. The contractor just now replaced the missing baseboard and will, of course, finish painting it.)
The Back Bedroom, BEFORE:
The former upstairs kitchen, remains of an upstairs apartment.
Linoleum, and a hole in the wall.
The Back Bedroom, AFTER:
The floor in here is brand-new. When the contractor pulled the linoleum up he found several thousand little brads sticking up out of a badly damaged floor, and he had no choice but to install flooring over the top. We opted for wood flooring over carpet – who wouldn’t? A 203K mortgage is a wonderful thing.
Kitchen? What kitchen?
We kept the hole in the wall. Someone’s Inner Child thought that the Actual Child would enjoy his very own cubbyhole. It doesn’t look half bad, despite my previous Miss Grumpy-pants, poo-poohing position on the subject. (The closet door needs to be rehung, in case you’re wondering.)
The bathroom received a fresh coat of paint:
Two views of the hallway:
We will be moving into the upstairs this week sometime, as soon as the contractor gives us the go-ahead. Once our beds are upstairs, we will paint the office and unpack the remaining 13,709 boxes of books that The Professor didn’t take to work with him.
Which means I have to pick a paint color.
The contractor’s next major task is the windows. At the recommendation of our historic-home-loving friend, we’re keeping the original windows and installing storms: high-efficiency, high-quality, nice-looking (ha! you didn’t know there was such a thing) storms. These storms are in the process of being lovingly constructed for our happy little family home and should arrive toward the end of the month.
In addition to installing the windows, our marvelous contractor has a punch list of several small tasks and touch ups, both upstairs and down, before he can say zie je later, baby to this joint. Not that we are in a rush to be rid of him, but… we’re in a rush to be rid of him. He understands.
(That was Dutch, by the way. Come to Holland – you don’t need a passport!)