It has taken a while to get this blog up and running. Our piecemeal progress does not make for dramatic HGTV reveals and is mostly determined by budget, time constraints and how long it takes to get our children to bed. Before 9 p.m.? Paint brushes all around. After 9 p.m? Our desiccated husks collapse in front of Netflix.
As a refresher, we bought a fixer-upper in the Chicago suburbs–an American four-square built in 1913 that underwent additions in the 1940s and in 1988. We’re trying to restore it in a historically sensitive way, and we’re doing as much of the work as possible by ourselves. You know, like Chip and Joanna. Except with a lot more swearing. Like, a LOT more.
The team includes me, my husband, Andy, and my mom, Mary. We also have two young sons who “help” as well. You know, by going rogue with a paint roller or flushing sponges down the vintage plumbing.
We’ve finished a handful of rooms now, and I’ll start posting the photos room by room so you can see what we’ve done and where we started.
Word to your mother.