Old houses are a big pain in the ass. They are beautiful and have so much unique character and detail – stuff I love – but when it comes to improving said old house, they are a pain in the ass. Especially for people like us who aren’t handy.
The thing about old houses is that you have to get creative about how you find or create storage and then, on top of that, you may have to work in an oddly configured space.
That’s exactly what is happening with us when it comes to adding doors to our master bedroom closet.
It’s becoming a running joke in our house – well, he would say it’s more of an aggravation or a disturbance in the force – that whenever I have too much time on my hands or he’s out of town, I tinker, move things around, redecorate, spend money on home stuff…you get it. Within five minutes of Daniel driving off this morning for a weekend away, I was at it.
Remember the office, the one that we turned into an Amazonian rain forest? Nothing has changed in that regard, but the room just isn’t finished, which means it takes up mental space and I have to think of ways to finish it.