The time has finally come. I am finally starting on a big project of my own. A house. An old, dated, slightly stinky, but highly charming house. Sure, I did some minor work to both my condos (painting, flooring, furniture), but never have I undertaken such a comprehensive project for myself.
I know most cringe at the idea of months-long renovations, unexpected costs and unforeseen horrors beneath old walls, but not me. It has been a lifelong dream. And since my husband prefers new builds, this may well be my one chance. Still not totally sure how I talked him into buying a house built in 1900. Actually, not really sure how he talked me into buying a house in Iowa. But that is a tale for another day.
Today, I just say, its mine, all mine. Stay tuned.