The remodel is progressing. Or regressing perhaps. There's been a lot more ripping walls out than framing new ones, but good things often start by a breakdown of sorts and "open concept" is all the rage.
Jacob and my brother both have done a fair amount of this type of work, but they are into lots of new territory. My brother is a bit more of a research how to do things (like me) and Jacob is happy cowboying it.
I stopped by as they were putting in a beam the other day since they wanted to open up some of a loadbearing wall. As they hammered the beam into place and as I watched the rafters settle onto their interim supports and as I wondered if the whole roof was about to cave in on the heads of my innocent little children, Jacob said, "How DO people get these things in?"
Let me reiterate. He said this, as he was hammering this beam in with all his might.
Jacob would probably want me to clarify that the beam went in just fine.
The other night we worked on our projected costs...while drinking these, so we mostly just argued about how high the toilets should be and as the alcohol flowed the boys were more and more sure of what they could handle without professional help. So...we shall see.
I've been pinning up a storm. Kitchen inspiration. Exterior inspiration. Pretty soon we're going to have to make decisions about appliances and flooring and paint color. We're thinking about this house as an investment and we'll probably only live in it for about a year, so these types of purchases will be heavily weighted to the practical over "what Kate really wants" but I've made my peace with it.
So far we've opened up the wall between the kitchen and the dining area and knocked out this weird pantry/closet that was jutting out into the living room. We gutted the kitchen entirely. We've ripped out the paneling and lots of old linoleum tiles, and I've walked around with a baby on my hip squawking about asbestos.
Last weekend more of my family came in, so we had ourselves a barn-raising of sorts. My dad helped with a lot of rewiring, my mother watched the kiddos so I could actually have a little fun with a crowbar myself.
Because remodel or no, my days still pretty much look both exactly and metaphorically like this: