Tag Archives: second floor
The finished house: Blood, sweat, tears, paint, and beers
Nearly every day, I browse lovely sites and blogs featuring beautifully styled homes photographed in bright, natural light. They contain hard to come by vintage chairs whose owners have somehow picked them up at flea markets for pennies. Hand loomed rugs with ridiculous price … Continue reading
Tornado season, here we come
Holy crap. I am so behind on updating y’all on Deep Eaves. Let’s just rip it off like a Band-Aid, shall we? (suspense) (more suspense) (seriously though, it’s like Zayn Malik leaving One Direction big) (it’s like Lynn just made … Continue reading
730 days and counting
Happy two-year anniversary, you giant, paycheck-stealing, pretty, endless, battleship of a house, you. As Hurricane Sandy was hitting NY and rain and wind were threatening to close the attorney’s office and registrar where our signing would be recorded that day, we … Continue reading
Coming in with hours to spare
I went for two runs today (don’t worry, the second one was only so I could join some folks for a beer afterwards). I think I can find the time to post all the photos I’ve been meaning to over … Continue reading
F is for fall. And almost finished.
42 degrees this morning. Cold and sunny with that whole fall thing going on. I’m starting to enjoy it. You see, the leaves literally and constantly fall as you walk down the street. I get it now. Fall. TIMEOUT. This is … Continue reading
Working hard and hardly working
It’s a slow Friday afternoon. What to do, what to do. Oh, I could put a few photos on the ol’ blog. Okay, here we go. To sum it up, we’ve been very, very busy. Lou’s been mowing the lawn. … Continue reading
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is a bright, white kitchen. Glossy white cabinets. Maybe even a white countertop. Maybe white walls that extend up to a white ceiling. Except now, my partner in crime when it comes to all things white, bright, modern, minimal, whatever … Continue reading
Found some motivation, y’all
Saturday was a long, dusty day. It started at 6 a.m. when I ran a few miles. Then we did our weekend Panera-Home Depot-grocery store routine and were home by 10 a.m. and tearing out the walls. Until about 7 … Continue reading
One more time with feeling
We’re at a low point. Like, the lowest of lows. Two nights ago, we began the process of tearing out our kitchen walls. Now. If you remember the gusto with which we attacked the first floor unit’s kitchen (and bath, … Continue reading
Proof of progress
The alternate theme of this post was going to be Things I Hate About This House. Or Why I Hate Living Here. Or I Just Can’t Stand It. But I thought I’d (attempt) to talk about all the positive stuff, … Continue reading