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We went with an even deeper blue on the walls than we had before. I can not WAIT to sleep in my own bedroom again.
Also, that stuff on the floor is the unrolled and to-be-installed membrane that is going between the plywood subfloor and the tile. THE TILE! Coming soon to a home near you.
Work and photos pictured here actually occurred later than post is dated.
Another view of the library and its chair rail, where the roll top desk goes. Also a bunch of new doors that have been painted.
Work and photos pictured here actually occurred later than post is dated.
There was paneling on the walls of the library. Choice–take out the entire wall to hang new drywall, or just put the drywall on the bottom and–my idea–install a chair rail to separate the two different materials. I think it worked!
By the way, we won’t discuss my skepticism about how this happened while the painters were painting the trim work.
But as you can see from the first photo, Contractor Keith fixed it. He didn’t see my meltdown, but he heard about it.
Work and photos pictured here actually occurred later than post is dated.
This is how the accent wall turned out. Same wall, slightly different color, going toward a crimson and away from a maroon. So more ALABAMA less Texas A&M. =)
The neutral on the other walls is lighter than the color previously used.
Work and photos pictured here actually occurred later than post is dated.
The linoleum in the library remains but is about to be covered again. As I told Tom, Tim, Debby, and Lynne, “Like Cher, Keith Richards, and cockroaches, 1970s flooring is eternal.” Tom pointed out they have varying degrees of effectiveness as moisture barriers, however.
…let us pause for a moment to honor drywall.
That familiar view of the living room, with an appearance by Tom and Just Jack.
A little of the library.
You’ve seen this angle of the library before. Only now the dogs’ secret passageway has been blocked. Don’t think they didn’t notice, because they did. Anime has explored the entire house because like the late great Margot, she is not a fan of change. But as the sweetest dog, she forgives everything.
The other side of that wall, the dining room from a few posts previous.
Another view of the library. Eventually we’ll have a new front door.
We can no longer see light through the lower walls of our bedroom where light should not have been coming in.
The guest room. Because one day, we’ll have guests again. If Jack doesn’t scare them away.
The middle room. Like the middle child (Delta), it probably gets less blog exposure. Also like the middle child, it can be very charming. One day that will be true again.
There’s not a way to measure the happiness that seeing this progress on Houndstooth Hall gives me. But I can say when I was talking to Keith Our Contractor the other day about paint colors, he said it made him happy to see me smiling. I think I’m doing a lot more of that. =)
Living room as it was just before we moved in, early 2015.
Tom and I picked that accent wall color because we wanted something our Rothko print (thanks, Amy!) would look good against (hi, little foster dog Raina!).
How it looked this morning:
See that big roll on the right? That is insulation!
Yes, that was put in today, and tomorrow, the drywall crew begins. PROGRESS AT LAST!
I’m just stealing this from my Instagram account. I’m brunching and working in bed today and don’t have the energy to figure out a better way to showcase that it’s Monday and I’m sick.
I don’t know why, with all the options he has, Jack has staked out this chair as his favorite place to nap in private.
This is how that room and wall looked pre-flood.
I miss my serving dishes (all in storage).
I can feel that I’m starting to get sick. It’s inevitable. So many people I work with are sick. But it’s also a matter of our constantly fluctuating temperatures and weather and the fact that we have no insulation in the bottom half of our house to keep out the heat or cold. I’m working hard to hold whatever it is at bay with rest and fluids and good food, but I can feel it lurking.
This reminds me of another time I was sick and moved into the guest room for a few nights so I wouldn’t disturb Tom as I coughed or got in and out of bed several times a night. I was also away from little dogs pushing me around in bed and disturbing my sleep. I set up my laptop so I could work or watch movies in bed, and our foster at that time, Thomas, was the only dog allowed to join me.
This is what that guest room looks like post-flood. Not really an escape option these days!
The bed is in storage. The green chair is at the upholstery shop to be repaired and reupholstered. And Thomas now naps in the home of his forever family. He’s a great dog.