Tuesday, May 21, 2013
-Where the style of the seventies overdosed on weed and died, but not before painting flowers on itself.-
-And now we've begun to dig a proper grave for it.-
The demo has begun. Brian has built a new gate and is redoing the cabinets. I've been packing the old house, doing yard work, and chipping away old floors with a hammer and chisel. It's a work in progress and we aim to be done by mid-June assuming I don't have a stress-related conniption and end up painting my walls with my grey matter.
Also, I have learned I don't handle construction well, even when it is going precisely to plan. This is because I have a terrifying disease where I second guess everything until I drive people to hurl their faces at the nearest coffee table corner to escape my questions. My contractor has to treat me like a raccoon since I panic at really most anything and wonder if such and such detail should be such and such way. In response, as if he were shaking a box of shiny objects at me, he directs me to a newly installed dimmer switch and all is right with the world for the next 12 hours.
-This is where the stove will be. I think. Or maybe a little to the left?-
This week I have to pack so I can move everything into the garage because it'll be a while until I have laminate and carpet in this place so right now it's a concrete cavern where every pin drop is amplified into an ear bleeding sonic boom. Napping here is impossible, and the construction guys don't seem to much appreciate it when I collapse into a pile wherever my self-diagnosed narcolepsy decides to drop me.
By the by, we have also discovered a pineapple guava tree. That bastard is coming right out. Don't much care for them and they attract rats like a Pied Piper. *shudder*
-Out. And take your stencils with you.-
Labels: Kitchen Remodel