|Our Dream House...until our dream changed. :)|
I did lots of painting in that house too... and I
still wear the same painting attire 20 years later.
Yay for scrubs!
Later, my husband I went shopping for a new toilet. Who knew there were so many varieties! And me feeling time-crunched... so we pointed and picked and brought our new baby home.
When the plumber came to install it, he was pulling the old toilet off the wood flooring when a terrible odor invaded the house. He, in his gloved hands, poked around, and said, um, I can stick my finger through this flooring. No new toilet until the flooring is replaced.
Turns out, those three little boys who all potty-trained on that toilet? Well. They left behind enough of their "misses" to irreparably damage the wood! This should tell you something about my housecleaning. Hmm. In my defense:
"a clean house is the sign of a dull woman."
SO... next we had to decide on new flooring, which we did, which had to be ordered.
Meanwhile, I decided I wanted to paint the walls. Which I did. Which revealed how long it had been since we painted the trim.
THAT led to a gallon of trim paint, a new angled brush, and my new mission: paint a door a day (and the surrounding trim). It's only an hour of my day... and in a month, we'll be all spruced up around here!
Bonus Flashback Photo: