One year ago today, my husband and I bought a little house that needed some love. To put it mildly.
We literally worked around the clock for three months to get it into livable shape. It was dusty and chaotic and not inexpensive but I'm fortunate to have married the handiest dude in the world so pretty much whatever I asked for he found a way to do. De-popcorn the ceiling? Sure. New floors? No prob. Build a new concrete hearth? On it. It was pretty impressive.
We moved in in March and, I have to admit, there are still a few things that need to be finished up (like our master bathroom) but overall this once-smelly place has really started to feel like home.
One of these days I hope to put together a full home tour, with more recent photos and furniture and the whole bit. But not today. Today I'm just going to put my feet up and feel grateful.