We closed on our new house on Friday. Everything went well, with the exception of that moment of panic when I called Ruthie (4) over so I could brush her hair a few minutes before I took her to the babysitter. She said, "I don't feel so good," then proceeded to throw up all over the kitchen floor.
So (instead of going to the babysitter's house) she got to ride the hour with us in the car (I brought towels and plastic bags, just in case). She played tic-tac-toe with our realtor while we signed our names a hundred times, gradually gaining health (and antsy-ness) as the meeting dragged on. By the time we left, she was ready for a Cobblestone Muffin at Panera. Oh, if only I could recuperate as fast as she did!
That day, our contractor got started on demolition work. You might remember these teeny windows:
Well, they are being made bigger - from 48" high to 72" high. The dining room window (on left, above) is being enlarged to match, so they will both be 72" wide as well.The bedroom windows (on the right half of the house) are especially getting a makeover. The original windows are 16" high (Neal's-13 comment was, "I feel like I'm in jail!").
The insides of the windows are now framed, and tomorrow the brick will get cut out and the sills reworked. Unfortunately, the windows themselves don't arrive until Friday, so it's going to be plywood for a few days. But I can envision the change, can't you?
Here's the entry into the formals. We are widening the opening to be about double in size. With the larger windows, even this 1962 house will seem much lighter inside. And doesn't that yellow and orange paint job just inspire you to have a nervous breakdown? Me too. (I'm sure the previous owners had a good reason for painting it that color. Maybe they were trying to go off coffee?)So the painter is starting. This will be the first of our four houses that we have EVER had painted BY SOMEONE ELSE before we moved in. It's almost as wonderful as getting a full-body massage.
Not sure why I seem to be cursed with "blue kitchen disease" (Note the itty-bitty roses on the wallpaper, and the cows on the border. So pastoral.). The cows will be going, but I will be stuck with the blue counter tops until Phase 2 of the remodel. Hopefully sometime this summer, if I have to PAINT them myself (I have done this before and it works!). Meanwhile, MOO.
I must say, NOT living in the house while it's being worked on is much better than what we went through here just a few months ago.
We are moving on Saturday. This may or may not be my last post for a while, as I am up to my eyeballs in BOXES. (And as an aside, never, EVER pack boxes while listening to Jim Brickman, unless you want to dissolve into a puddle of sentimentality, which was me yesterday.)
Back to packing!