We just kind of jumped in and demolished our house. It a f*cking mess, not gonna lie.
But its cool, because I have been waiting for over three years for it to happen.
And when my husband happens to say "lets knock down some walls, I have a few days off"-
I go with it. Remember, it took over two and half years for him just to be OK with my
painting the kitchen cabinets. So I grab these moments by the horns.
Its in the blood. My kids want hammers for Christmas.
And they want to have a company where they just demo stuff- no fixing.
I spy a Christmas tree from my kitchen.
The bar area yesterday (we managed to salvage a good deal of the built ins and all the antiqued mirror inside):
Bar area today:
View from the family/dining area yesterday:
Today:
Its was a family affair. My Dad came by to lend a hand and teach Thomas how to smash stuff:
It is all cleaned up and pulled back to "livable" again.
Now we wait for the electricians and plumber to clean up the wires/heating mess.
And then the fun really begins! I won't bore you with the details since nothing is set in stone.
We had a plan, but have already tweaked and changed a few things now that we really have a sense of the open space.
This is all a Christmas miracle in my opinion.
Have a very Merry Christmas, I am off to happily dust my tree!
