We Are As Far Away From Soft Furnishings As We Were Six Years Ago

Unlike those horrific home improvement shows that I am forced to watch when I’m on a plane, actual renovations take a shitload of time to carry out. It’s been what – six years since we’ve bought this place – and we are still living in what could best be described as a rat graveyard. Nowhere for me exists those spanking young men who show up with button down collars and say things like “Let’s get all Tuileries on this place through the ancient art of shopping.”   I mean, I know that life is not as good as a shitty home improvement show – but I’ve been somewhat conditioned, by my frequent plane trips, to imagine that it is. So in that vein, I present to you our renovation journey as though it only took 22 minutes of our lives to effect the transformational magnificence that you are about to behold. I will do this as a weekly episode (promise!) that will take you through the entire house from start to wherever it is that we are right now.  As there is no time to waste before the first commercial, let us begin in the crypt.


Episode I: The Basement

A refreshing reminder of the state of the basement when we bought this house:

Apparently, that is what is called heave. But did you notice the circus-like colour of the cupboard door? I’m a sucker for anything that suggests Paris in the 1920s.

We decided that we should probably investigate what caused the heave, so we ripped out the floor of the basement. Lo! There’s a stream running through the house. Gaaaah!  More importantly there isn’t one – but two!! – cupboard doors painted like the awning of a little French cafe. So damn cute.

In this image below the cupboard doors are closed. When you discover that the whole front of the house is falling away from the main body of the house and there is a stream, it is best to stop talking about the cute doors in front of overly sensitive men. They will not only think you ridiculous but, possibly also insane.

How overly sensitive are these folks? You have no idea. One day you return to the horrible basement to discover that, without any regard for the importance of little splashes of colour, they have ripped out the cupboards – nay! – the entire wall, leaving behind only greys and beiges. Who does this, I ask you. Apparently people concerned with something called remediation.

As I frantically scramble through this heap of shit for the sweet doors…

…the crybabies –

  1. replace the front wall on an actual foundation,
  2. pour side wall foundations and replace those walls,
  3. replace eaten beams,
  4. pour a concrete floor,
  5. build a wooden subfloor in the other part of the basement and
  6. put in a plywood floor throughout.

Then, they dry their tears and –

  1. cut a hole in the floor between the upstairs and the basement,
  2. build stairs and,
  3. completely rewire the entire space.

And that is where it now stands. The stream has been diverted and we have a solidly built, dramatically-lit temporary tool room. Frames for future windows and walls have been added. The pink and yellow cupboard doors never showed up again.

And quite frankly, that blows.

Beyond their obvious gorgeousness.

At some point in someone’s life, while the basement heaved and rats infested, someone either took the time to paint these doors the colour of what was clearly the opposite of what was happening in that basement/house/their life. Or, they and the cupboards began thusly and ended in erosion. Essentially, the opposite of a shitty renovation show. In other words, life.



6 thoughts on “We Are As Far Away From Soft Furnishings As We Were Six Years Ago

  1. Now this is a renovation, Faith. I feel your pain, I’m 8 years in and we haven’t moved in yet. You will get there, after all – you’re name is Faith. All the best.

    1. Thank you, Curt. I only suggest that I swan around in the renovation-zone for humourous effect. So, you are correct in your summation that there is pain. But delicious pain, nonetheless. If I could, I would renovate all of the old homes, everywhere. There is such satisfaction in it, yes?

      1. My wife thinks I’m nuts – so that’s affirmation that I must be doing something right. Most people think it is the skill with saw or caulk gun – but it’s really the mental challenges that make renovation so satisfying. It is a very expensive and labor intensive 3D puzzle.

  2. It looks fab, Faith! But damn the cupboard murderers, and their lack of appreciation for almost Paris 1920s chic. I mourn those cup boards with you and our matching sentimental hearts. xo ❤

    1. I am glad that you feel it, Jules. I’m not surprised either. Those cupboard murdering maniacs need to rot in hell. BUT WAIT! They can’t. I need them to keep working on the house.

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