I never thought I’d say this in February, but it’s starting to feel like spring! (Yet another reason February is better than January–just had to say it). Okay, so it’s unseasonably warm for February… and I am loving every minute of it.
The weather, however, isn’t the only thing that has me feeling like spring is here. We are moving, and that means it’s cleaning out our closets, painting our trim, packing our stuff time. And how could I forget… house fixin’ time.
If you’ve read the About section you already know that we live in an old brick house with enormous mums. It was built in 1940 and probably last updated in 1960 (save the mauve carpet that was no doubt installed in the hay days of mauve and dusty blue, when people wallpapered their kitchens with ducks and hearts).
It was a “fixer-upper” to say the least. In the past two and a half years since we bought the house we have done some major renovating: new roof, new kitchen, refinished the hardwood floors hiding underneath the nasty pinkness, replaced fixtures, and did tons of painting, scraping, and spackling.
Sometimes, I still find myself referring to it as a “fixer-upper” though most of it has been fixed. I guess I just can’t get the memories of mauve scalloped carpet and cracked plaster walls out of my mind.
But as we prepare to move in the next month and Lord willing, rent our home, we are finally tackling those last few pesky projects.
Here’s where I take a deep breath, hold it and then slowly exhale.
Home renovations are, um, how shall I say it…not so fun for me. When we bought this house I was 12 weeks pregnant, so all the renovating has been done while I was either with child or nursing said child (now children). Any woman who has hormones must know that this can be a recipe for disaster.
Thankfully, we passed through the fire. I made it through the nights of air mattress sleeping, washing dishes in a Tupperware bin in the bathtub, scraping lead-based paint off dirty ceilings (I didn’t do it, don’t worry) and dealing with 2,000 some pounds of shingles littering our back yard and suffocating our mums. (Miraculously, they passed through the fire too. Somehow, those hearty bushes survived shingles and transplanting and then managed to grow another foot. Anyone want mums this spring? They need to be divided AGAIN.)
This time around I am feeling much better. Thank the LORD! I think not being pregnant or having a newborn has something to do with it. That and the fact that it is 60 some degrees out today! Yes, I said 60. It’s truly amazing how connected my mood is with the weather.
I will even go as far as saying that this next go round of projects has me actually excited! An hour ago, I was outside gleefully taking pictures as our friend, Casey, ripped away our back “porch.” I must say, demolition is kind of fun. Especially when it’s on the outside of your house.
Next up: bathroom shower. The knobs, pipes, and other various pluming things I know nothing about must be replaced, which requires busting up some vintage tile, and I assume forsaking the daily shower for a few days, as we only have one bathroom.
Ask me how I’m feeling then. If it’s 60 degrees and sunny, it might not be so bad. Maybe I can hose off.