Stuff and Nonsense: (Hopefully Not) Bringing Down the House


(Hopefully Not) Bringing Down the House

I don't know what you do when you buy your house of dreams, but we immediately began ripping it apart. Oh, I apologized to Little Branch Ranch every time I unscrewed a light fixture or came upon my dad bashing holes in walls. I have promised the house it will be worth it in the end and, fingers crossed, I expect to keep that promise.

Whenever my beloved visits the scene of destruction he grouses that the house looks worse than it did when we bought it, when it was just "old." He is correct. Little Brick Ranch is 100% rocking the money pit look. But it's only a look. Little Brick Ranch possesses a very solid, maintained structure with a new furnace as well as newish roof and windows. Many of the changes and improvements we make will be cosmetic rather than structural. There are necessary system updates lined up -- the electrics, for example, are Very Nope -- but those are easy, if not inexpensive.

The kitchen, though, the kitchen needs everything.

Why, yes, that is a circa 1959 KitchenAid dishwasher! 

Goodbye, light-blocking wall that served no purpose except to hide the laundry area and back door. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. (I was, admittedly, a little shocked to walk in the other day and discover a missing kitchen wall. I swear, get my dad going and there are no brakes on the man).

Gonna spend the next three months tripping over the radiator.

The drafty cockeyed backdoor will be replaced with a super-insulated full lite door and all the remaining woodwork will be painted white to brighten things up. The radiator will Go Somewhere Else. In the meantime it is, as my beloved says, a big mess. A big, beautiful mess. And it's ours.

In case it isn't obvious enough we're not doing this all on our own, we have largely outsourced the basic fixes to a retired professional, my dad. Dad genuinely wants to help and, as a retired general contractor cum building and zoning officer, I like to think he knows his stuff. While Dad might be a wee touch too enthusiastic about knocking down walls and smashing cracked pink sinks, I know what comes after the destruction will be everything it should be.