If you are just now tuning in, the husband and I bought an abandoned 1930 bungalow and have spent the past nine months making it once again resemble a house. To catch up on our progress so far, feel free to browse all Bungalow Renovation posts.
The drywall installation is almost complete, and because I am no longer emotionally stable to deal with such drastic changes in my life, I have succumbed to my fate of philosophizing about the fact on this here blog.
Call me ridiculous, but the entire process of renovating a house is so symbolic of real life (and the constant ups and downs that come with it) – I can’t help but find a deeper meaning in the most mundane of things – a fact that, I imagine, must drive other people absolutely bonkers.
Needless to say, stress and emotions are running rampant around here, so if you happen to find me curled up in the fetal position, sobbing in the corner, please do not be alarmed.
A few weekends ago, in the midst of finishing up an exhausting 73-hour work week at the office, I spent a good portion of Saturday afternoon sweeping the bungalow in preparation of the drywall installation. I was tired, hungry and frankly not in the best of moods, so please understand my need to see you VERY EXCITED over the following not-so-glamorous, somewhat confusing photos.
Yes, I realize these photos make the bungalow look no bigger than a miniature playhouse, but I’ve told you before, it really is quite modest in size – only about 1400 square feet – so it was a tad bit difficult to take photos of the full rooms now that there are actual walls separating the spaces.
So all you get today are the corners, sorry! I’ve tried to sprinkle in some 3-D renderings of the various spaces to help you visualize it better, but these were all I could find. I promise to do better next time.
The second I walked inside and saw the not-so-pretty wooden insides covered with brand spankin’ new sheets of white drywall, I immediately felt a rush of pure ecstasy – our old little bungalow was finally starting to look like the house I’ve been dreaming of for the past nine months – except, of course, for the various screw-ups along the way, but let’s not relive those painful moments, okay? One of these days I may dedicate an entire post to all the things that have gone wrong during the renovation and the many, Many, MANY lessons I have learned along the way, but for now let me say this: Things progress rather quickly when deadlines are involved; decisions are rattled off, and mistakes can be made if you are moving too fast, especially if you (ahem, me) don’t always know what you’re doing.
Speaking of nine months, one day last week while working on the bungalow, we had a random couple drop in and ask if they could look at the house.
Pretty random, right?
Apparently the house is located on a road that they drive quite often. So when they saw that the old and disgusting was suddenly being replaced by the shiny and new, curiosity got the best of them, and they pulled over to take a peek.
So like a proud mama hen showing off her baby chicks, I gave them a tour of my precioussssssss little bungalow and told them of my elaborate, and unrealistic as usual, plans for the space. For all I know, they could be serial killers, but oh, I was elated at their constant ooh-ing and aah-ing over the vast improvement, and I was very reluctant to send them off on their merry little way – so reluctant, in fact, that I have an inkling they won’t be stopping by again any time soon, but that’s why I have you guys – so I can blab on and on and on about something as boring as drywall.
Quick side note: In case you missed it, there’s a new rule on the blog. From now on, our “abandoned 1930 bungalow” can now only be referred to as “my preciousssssss.” Find out the reason in yesterday’s post.
Back to the adventure at hand, at one point, when we were all standing (coincidentally) in the middle of the (future) nursery, I mentioned that nine months had passed since we began this little project – “Almost like making a baby!” I blurted out.
I know – such a lunatic, right? Who in their right mind says something like – let alone to someone you don’t even know?
But on some strange and complex level, I could suddenly relate to anyone and everyone who had ever given birth to a new life – because that’s how it feels to watch this decrepit pile of decay blossom into something that starts to resemble a house.
All in all, though, I’m sure you’ll agree that the drywall installation has really done a number on the space. I’m so excited to share these updates with you and cannot wait to hear what you think!
In the meantime, I’ll be over here drooling over lighting fixtures.