My father-in-law went home yesterday afternoon, leaving us with a not-quite-finished yet drastically improved bathroom and an upstairs hallway that is equally not-quite-finished yet drastically improved. Hanging a couple pictures in the hallway made a difference, laying laminate down over the bizarre flooring that was there is nothing short of a complete transformation. Same in the bathroom where the yucky floor tile was replaced, the horrible wall tile covered up by pretty bead board and the ugly light fixture and mirror swapped out.
Perhaps it is all going a
little lot more slowly than anticipated but what are you gonna do when there isn’t a single straight wall in this friggen place? It makes me think of Suburban Bliss’s note to the future. I wonder where we could hide one of those.
We’re about to start working on the final frontier, the floor in our back bedroom (formerly known as the junk room) and my dad has already called to check on our progress, so here we go.