And We’ve Only Just Begun…..

The Brown House.  That is the best description I have for it at present.  Brown.  Really brown.  But we have a vision.  Sort of.  It’s a bit of a blurred vision right now, but I’m hoping my little exercise book filling up with notes will soon make it clearer.

I have a gazillion more photos of our new home, but am too scared to look too closely, for fear of running!  This little big beauty is most definitely a work in progress.  It’s going to take a whole lot of hard work and hard earned money to get it to look the way we want it to, but I’m shitting myself quietly OK with that.

You see – this big brown house is where my husband was brought home to after he left the hospital.  Back in 1979.  This is his childhood home.  Last year sometime, he suggested that when his Mum was ready to downsize (she has been living here by herself for quite a while now) it would be the perfect sized home for us and our tribe, and perhaps we should think about purchasing it?  He left the thinking up to me.  SO I thought long and hard about it.  And after about a week, I told him I agreed.  This humungous house was pretty much perfect for us.  Except of course for the carpet, painting, tiles, gates, doors, decking yadda yadda yadda……

Soooooooo…………as we begin this journey into home renovation – bare with me!!  This is not my first rodeo renovation, my past life ended at the final stages of an extension.  My plan is to have THIS marriage outlast THIS house!  I will more than likely be committed at some stage, and will require you to tell me that it will all work out.  Please.  Thank you.

Am I crazy?  Do you have any tips for getting through a rather large renovation?

2 Responses to And We’ve Only Just Begun…..

  1. Char says:

    Many years ago we lifted up our house and built in underneath – that’s the extent of my renovation experience. I was 7 months pregnant at the time. If at all possible don’t be pregnant when you renovate, you don’t need the extra hormones. And just keep breathing. It’ll come to an end eventually.

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