Since we moved into our home in January of 2002, Roger’s done some pretty amazing things to make the place ours. (I say Roger, because I merely supervise and then tell him all the things he’s doing wrong.) He finished a section of fence and the timber window wells that the previous owner left undone; painted nearly every room in the house (most of them twice, because someone, who shall remain nameless, changed her mind); laid carpet throughout the basement; created an amazing playpen for the dogs; wired our new TV and sound system (with some help from my dad); installed our outdoor canopies and put in a huge perennial garden (with help from his mom and dad); and is constantly fixing things around the house …
… except that once piece of trim.
That unfinished piece of trim—due to the fact that Roger hasn’t quite been able to figure out how to match original woodwork with the cheap crap from Home Depot—has caused a few moments of tension in this marriage. And, somehow, it led to, “Well, if we just ripped out the wall with the offensive piece of trim, then our problems would be solved, wouldn’t they?”
Which brings us to today. After more than six months of deliberating, today Roger and I signed on the dotted line to undertake a remodel to our little 1954 rambler in east Bloomington. While my folks have told us we’re crazy to throw a dime at this place, and Roger’s folks looked at us cross-eyed when we told them how long the process will probably take, we’ve decided to plunge in and spend the next several months eating off paper plates … and building a place we’ll stay in for a long time. We’re planning to finish the basement, fix up the bathroom, remodel the kitchen, and of course, while we’re at it, move a few walls around (maybe). We’ll be starting the design process soon and expect to start getting dirty this summer (the perfect time to be outside). So, stay tuned for remodel updates along the way!
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