To a couple with dreams of a functional kitchen, a room of dusty drywall is a gypsum palace.After insulation strips were secured, large sheets of gypsum dramatically enhanced the look of the kitchen. Face masks are still needed for any extended period in the room, due to pesky fiber glass and sheetrock residue.Fiber glass insulation looks like oversized strips of cotton candy, but Clint tells me spun sugar is much more pleasant on the tough than shards of spun glass. Either way, the insulation is now hidden behind these lovely gray wall boards.The space once feared by guests is now transformed…almost.And this makes us happy.
When Mallory was asked why he climbed Mt. Everest, he quipped, “because it was there.” That’s not nearly as poetic as our housing venture, but it seems just as challenging to Clint and me. The vintage 1914 home was purchased at the height of the housing bubble—smart, we know. It is an ugly duckling home, but on its way up the amphibian hierarchy. I am setting a fairly optimistic goal of completing the remodel in 52 weeks. Friends and family insist that while it is my journal, it’s a goal imposed on Clint, as he is the one doing most of the work. This is a minor detail, and I see it as fulfilling my role as personal motivational speaker. So, with 6 months of matrimony under our belts, and 2010 spread before us, we begin our journey.
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