1. I used to think that the Tom Hanks movie, The Money Pit, was a gross exaggeration of the perils of home improvement, but according to my basement finishing experience, it’s actually a glitter-encrusted fairytale in rose-colored glasses of the glamour and ease of fixing crap up.
2. I used to wonder how anyone who had remodeled or built their house could ever, ever leave it once it became their Anne-of-Green-Gables-y House of Dreams, but now I see that after spending five million dollars and nine million hours on a pitiful approximation of their original vision (even if technically it was adequate), they then had so many negative associations with the space that it was either move or exorcism.
*And yes, I know it could be worse. I know.
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What happened?
And I have already booked a stay in said basement in October. What am I getting myself into?
Shannon Reply:
August 15th, 2011 at 6:02 pm
Nothing structural, Grampa. (well, kind of.) But it is coming along, slowly. Actually, you might want to stay upstairs; we can throw all the kids downstairs. Just depends on your preference. So excited to see you!
For some reason I can’t comment on “Thy Nursing Fathers,” but I wanted to tell you how lovely it is! I’ll be thinking about that post for a long time!
Shannon Reply:
August 15th, 2011 at 6:01 pm
Thanks, Laurie. I really appreciate it!
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