WE have a saying in our house (one of many). Our "baby" cat Finella who somehow thinks she is either a dog or a person, is the biggest brute and often goes crash around into things prompting us to use the term "Finny SMASH!" Well, during the month of April I think the term changed to "Lindsey SMASH!", "MB SMASH!".
The original plans to simply re-do the entire master bedroom, changed to, "well if this room, why not the other spare bedroom?" And "if that room? Why not all THREE bedrooms?!" One of the gloriously horrifying discoveries we, and apparently "dude" (what we like to use to refer to the previous 2 yr owner who seemed to have lost all steam about 2 days in would be my guess?) made was that the ORIGINAL owners...never primed the drywall before sticking up layers upon layers of wallpaper. Now, having grown up in a wall paperless log home I didn't quite grasp the gravity of the situation until MB's mother found out and I watch a look of veritable horror cross her face. As MB later explained, there would be no real way to remove the old, peeling wallpaper without destroying the wall. Great. Lovely. Such wonder, smart people those previous owners were.
When we originally looked at the house, 'dude' had apparently made an attempt to remove the wallpaper in the master bedroom and failed miserably. He had gouged the walls. This, plus MB's overwhelming desire to re-do thing the correct way and re-insulate, lead to the original plan of "master bedroom over hall". It was to my great delight, as I began the panicking decent in realization that there was near nothing I was going to be able to do about the walls in the other bedrooms, that I was informed that all of the bedrooms would be demoed and re done.
I got to the house one day (We lived in our apartment for a month after we bought the house before moving in. Something that saved us and our sanity I do believe), to find I could see strait through from my living room, into our master bedroom. You see, not only are all three bedrooms teeny tiny, but the closets? Hah! They are just comical. Another amazing MB foresight in this project, was to take the closet space in the living room (coat closet is my guess?), wall it off in there and GAIN another closet in the bedroom! This coming from the fact that MB knows there was no way I was sharing a tiny closet with him. I couldn't believe the change! It was kind of fun walking strait through one room into the other.
The weekend of Easter found MB breaking down and handing a flat bar over to me. I had instinctively KNOWN demolition would be fun as hell. I smashed, I ripped and crashed into things and kicked them! It was AWESOMEEE!!!! We spend Easter morning demoing the back bedroom and got so into it, I never had a chance to shower. We showed up to Easter dinner with me picking rubble out of my hair.
Demo was a joy. I mean, you get to destroy things! Even a 2 year old understands the sheer delight of demo. So much changes so quickly and you feel like your really making progress. However....once demo is over, you realize your house is no longer really "houseish", it's more 'construction zoneish". The progress for here is slow and by this point...we moved in. The idea that things would be done before we moved in had Long since been plowed over. Now, we lived inside our construction zone. Greatttt.
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