I love to share the "pretty" stories...the ones that involve decorating rooms, thrift store/yard sale finds, baking, beaches, and all sorts of things that put the "chic" in "shore house chic." Some things aren't as eye-candyriffic, but fabulous nonetheless.
The man of the shore house ripped out our basement stairs and put in new ones. I had no idea I had such a handy man! It took him a couple of weekends. Looking back, he said he'd gladly pay someone else to do the honors.
He redid the stairs in preparation for a little mold remediation project (at the end of last summer, our lawn chairs grew moldy *fur* in the basement. For. Real.). Once the stairs were in, we in fact did pay someone else to come in and scrape the mold out of the basement (worth every dime) and to paint with a waterproofing base and two coats of oil-based paint.
Two days after he finished, we got water in our basement for the first time since moving in. Ahhh...the joys of home ownership.
We're attributing the leak to the fact that it RAINS ALL THE TIME. It's raining now, in fact. On my day off. Some "holiday." Hrmph.
We also embarked on a scary home improvement journey...the installation of central air in a hundred year-old home with no duct work. I'm trying to keep my eye on the prize, but when I come home to things like this:
...I get a little tweaked.
We're trying to maintain the historic integrity of the home as much as humanly possible, but it's hot as a pistol in here in the summer and having a huge window unit in each room last summer prevented us from opening windows on nice days. When we bought the house we figured the cost of the HVAC installation into our offer price, plus the great state of New Jersey is offering rebates and incentives for updating the energy efficiency of your home. So we figured may as well knock out the project now and enjoy it.
I'm not enjoying the clean up, though. But at least it's raining out, so I'm not missing much. (Plus, truth told, I'm procrastinating by writing this blog post.)
Hope everyone stateside has nice plans for the holiday weekend. I'll be marching in the local parade tomorrow in a kazoo band. And no; that's not a typo.