In which Lanny gets framed

3:20 PM
It’s been at least 100 years since I last posted any updates! I’m in the throes of finishing my business degree, so please accept my humble apologies, friends!  At any rate, there’s been many developments in our little homestead.  While I’ve been focusing on finishing things for good, my dearest husband has been hard at work, getting everything in line to complete the great closet expansion project of 2013-14. And trust me, IT IS GREAT!
I really wish I had some shots of the finished space, but the progress will have to suffice.

I think it was Gandalf who said, “One does not simply ‘expand the closet.’”

Why?  Because, for one, nothing is “simply” done in this house.  Why should the closet be any different?  For those keeping score at home, when we (to be clear “We” = D.) tore out the wall separating the closet from the dining room, it was clear that the flooring was not continuous between rooms.  So, unlike the yokels who framed the powder room walls ON TOP OF THE CARPET, the builders did it right.  As a result, we (again, D.) had to remove the flooring in the new closet so we didn’t have a jagged seam running the width of our new closet reminding us (and anyone who might want to buy our home in the future) of the work that was done.

Fortunately for me, my husband is a master of salvage and sourced some gorgeous fir flooring to replace it.

In the meantime, however, we got to live in a house with a dirt hole in the dining room.
It’s nothing, if not an adventure, right?
I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: THIS IS WHERE WE LIVE.

I have nightmares about the kinds of things which might emerge from here.

“Greetings from the interior”

The fun thing about nightmares is that they aren’t exclusive to the night! So, that’s …. something.  Thankfully (for my sanity, mostly) my amazing husband closed up the gaping portal to hell (or wherever) and is making great progress and keeping everything moving forward on schedule.  Okay, so I say “schedule,” but you all know we’ll have lived here for  nine years this May, so who am I even kidding at this point?

Please note, the powder room walls: NOT framed on top of carpet.  I mean, that’s one way to do things… if you’re an idiot who hates doing things “right.”  But it’s an “everyone gets a trophy” kind of world; so, you go girlfriend!  You do you!

NO MORE DIRT HOLE!  Just gorgeous, fresh, new VG fir flooring!  Usually, I hate when folks tear stuff like this out of old homes (because they probably replaced it with carpet, or worse…) but if it means that it gets to come live in my house, by all means! Just give me a call before you do, and I’ll save you a trip to the dump.

Check out this little baby!  (I wasn’t kidding when I said that I have an unhealthy obsession with this store.)  This is our new (in every way!) air return.  I’m so excited about this – mostly excited that I won’t fall into the new duct when I’m not paying attention.  I mean, I won’t fall AGAIN.

Swoon with me.  Go ahead.  You know you want to.

I dream of a day when I can no longer see that horrifying knob and tube wiring.  That’ll be a joyous day indeed.

Hey, those doors I was supposed to strip?  Yeah, I didn’t … but D. did!  Look how amazing they are! Gorgeous, right?

You can swoon here too.  I won’t tell.
Here’s the old flooring D. ripped out.  Again, since we’re all friends here, you already  know that “ripped out” means “painstakingly removed one by one and stacked according to length, color, and grain pattern.”  If you didn’t before, you know now.


About the author

Lanny is a reluctantly-homeowning anthropologist busying herself with blogging while her husband does all the work on their historic house. In her abundant spare time, she likes to cycle, perfect breakdancing moves, perform at all local rap battles, and research the original owner and map his genealogy in hopes of lurking his descendants on Facebook.