A few months ago, while frolicking with sea turtles on vacation, I could not have imagined that out of nowhere, our house would sell, we’d rent a home on a cornfield, and then decide to revive a neglected cottage in a peaceful setting.
We took possession of the new place days ago.
It’s week one of intense DIY, and I’ll try to share glimpses along the journey…yaaaaa, that would be moi above with a wee lil weed I plucked. These treelike specimens are everywhere, and this towering one did doing nothing for the view from the kitchen window.
The property is full of potential though. Someday this will be a romantic courtyard entrance.
Side of house.
We gutted the main bath and are installing a new subfloor…and when I say “we” I think we know it’s my husband and sons, though this sugar plum fairy smashed some of this ceramic tile to kingdom come.
The toilet, sink, and bath had all been leaking for some time so the floor went to mush. It’s comforting to know that very soon, the toilet will not plummet to its death into the basement.
The landscape…mercy. I love how it feels camp-like though. I found this huge bone while clearing some brush. Suggestive of something larger than a cow.
My husband made repairs to the roof, took down multiple giant antennae, changed locks, removed miles of cables coming out of everywhere (omg, with each new resident, they would just drill holes into the siding and run new cable), trimmed a few imposing tree branches, did a million other fixes, and replaced this ghetto patio screen:
it has a certain Tyler-Durden-dilapidated-je ne sais quoi, oui? Um. I predict it failed to restrain insects and critters FOR AT LEAST A DECADE.
The kitchen in its current state. It smells as good as it looks. I’m designing a plan on a budget.
It’ll be lovely.
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Peace to you right where you are.