Bryan has parents, and they are wonderful. If it weren’t for their wonderful-ness, I would be perfectly ok with sticking them in the third floor in a blah-looking, not-yet-touched bedroom if they ever came to visit. However, the aforementioned wonderful-ness as well as the fact that they will be here in a week has spurred me to go into a panic over not having the second floor guest bedroom finished. Hell, until I found out they were visiting, it was a guest bedroom I hadn’t even started on!
If the previous owners were to ever knock on the doors of this house to say hi, I would punch them in the face. I’m not a violent person, and I understand that the previous owners might very well be in their 80’s. No difference. Nothing in this world makes me madder than peeling wallpaper… except for peeling a dozen or so layers of wallpaper that is not only on the walls, but on the ceilings as well.
Don’t get me wrong- when done correctly (read: when there is only one layer of wallpaper on any wall at one time, when wallpaper stays on walls and not on ceilings), wallpaper can be awesome. But friends, I’ve spent most of the last week or so with a 3-gallon bug-sprayer full of warm water on a 10-foot ladder with a scraper in hand hosing down 100 or so years of really bad taste. 7- yes, 7- contractor bags full of old wallpaper scrapings later, the holes (because there are plenty of them) have been patched, the woodwork has been washed down, and all I have to do is paint for Mom and Dad Bryan to have something of a comfy, hotel-esque room to stay in while they’re here for their visit.
I feel as if we have come so so far (the study, dining, foyer, kitchen and master suite- less the last entry- have been finished) but every day is a constant struggle to get one more wall sanded, one more floor stripped, and for God sakes, we have to paint the whole house!!
I’m not losing faith that we’ll ever finish. Much to the contrary, I feel like we’re so close to being done I can taste it! Its just that there are times I worry that crazy, totally unpredictable things will happen- a wall will collapse, a swarm of Yellow Jackets will invade the house, a gooey, pink portal to another dimension will open inside of a bedroom closet, a la Poltergeist. All totally irrational and all that can be fixed in a decent amount of time (less the Poltergeist reference), but a lingering worry none the less.
Soon, I know it will be October and I will be just as panicked that my dining room curtains aren’t finished before my best girlfriend’s baby shower, or it will be the day after Thanksgiving and I’ll be slightly insane that I have no way to attach Christmas garlands to the extraordinary amount of fireplaces in here. Nothing serious, but my chest tightens on all counts regardless.
Ever forward, friends. We’ve made so (so) much progress. Every week of hard work rewards a new room, a freshly painted hallway, newly built bookshelves. What was a really dumpy house is starting to look and feel like a really lovely home… and that feels amazing.
Afterthought: Bryan, my mom and dad and I busted tail on the guest room. Aside from curtains, it was finished when his parents arrived for their visit 🙂