Jackhammering up the patios is, so far, a disaster. We are in the process of coming up with Plan B. The concrete must come up, but it will require a crew of people to get it done unless we want to spend a year doing it ourselves. :( This is where the "time vs. money" equation bites us in the butt, and I'm regularly dreaming about snakes slithering through the house. Subtle, no?
|This took forever. We do not have the time for this. !!|
Me and PC must have a death wish. (high stakes gambling with houses!!! Hit me again!! wooo!!) I guess we were made for each other.
In other news: the 90s are totally back. Since this monstrosity was built in 1997ish, I was thinking about the house that my parents built in 1990... and we had a teal front door and gray siding exactly like this:
|I have no idea where this is from it was on Pinterest.|
|The color of every single bridesmaids' dress in the 90s!!!!|
Now all I need is a peach toilet and countertop in the bathroom and I will be 15 years old again!
OH! and BRASS is back too, followed closely by copper:
|I have no idea where this came from either.|
and why don't the 70s ever get any love?