OBaby: as good a construction cheerleader as there ever was (with the exception perhaps of the needing to be sequestered thing). Yes, he was safe. Yes he was far from the action. No he could not reach anything dangerous (or anything at all). No, he was not breathing in anything dangerous. Yes, we were smart [...]
Remember that thing I said in the “before” post about the “We might as well just move the walls around while we’re at it.” realization we had? Well, somewhere along the line, and I can’t recall exactly when it was, that “Let’s move walls.” became “Let’s rip off half of our house’s roofline and build [...]
This is the story of a 1930s house in an adorable little craftsman and tudor neighborhood who, unfortunately, had some not so nice owners once upon a time. So, we decided to rip everything out of the second story. What, did I skip a step in there? Please allow me to explain. Here’s the thing, [...]
WARNING: This post contains pictures of blood. (OMW I have always wanted to say that!) No wound shots or anything grotesque, just some DanO blood on a yucky sock in the background. Frankly, I think the dirty sock is grosser (Is that a word? No?) than the blood, but in the interest of full disclosure, I [...]
