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Our house, in the middle of our street

I'd like to say we spent every free minute of the past month working on the house, and that I was waiting for things to be perfect before the grand online unveiling, but... no. After the un oldtimey-ing was complete (thanks largely to Sarah's parents--the best hard labour a marriage can buy,) we unpacked a little more, tidied some, but then took a break. At the time, I felt that we'd gotten pretty lazy, but in retrospect we were also on the go a lot of the time. But this weekend, we've got nothing on the docket so we should get some good work done.

But without further ado, here's the house. The ground floor, anyway (just because that's where the most dramatic changes have taken place).

Main Hall

This one feels a bit like one of those weight-loss before/after sets. The before pic is poorly lit, the angle is all cockeyed, and the camera is pushed in close to make it just that much more claustrophobic. The main hall was the last room we painted.

Living Room

If not for the thick pink carpet, one might confuse the before picture with the after. (After is always on the right, for the record.) Despite being the first room you see when you come in, we've made this the box depository. We have, literally, no furniture for this room, nor will we have any for a good long while. We may just organize the boxes into furniture shapes for the time being.

Den

Dramatic only in that we added furniture and stuff. Bow before our innovation! This shot purposefully hides our old-school kitchen, which we haven't yet embraced to the point of it being retro; it's just old-fashioned for the time being.

Bathroom

So I brought up claustrophobia back in the beginning of this entry, but maybe that was too soon because check out that wallpaper. Wicked. Also wicked: the fact that the toilet and the sink were slightly different colours. Wicked a little further: the fact that behind the wallpaper (facing toward the toilet and out of camera range), the owners had torn off a towel rack and replaced the gaping holes with duct tape. Mike Holmes would not have been impressed.

So that's a taste of what we've done so far. We're not about to win any home design awards, but at least we've pulled the house out of the 1960s and thrust it far into the future--to at least 1991 or so.

Comments

Beth said…
Good job on the un-timey-ing guys!

For your living room, I suggest you put a disco ball and make it into a dance floor. Or get two nets and make it a ball hockey arena. That would surprise your guests when they entered the house!
Anonymous said…
I LIKE the pink carpet...can you put it in your room? lol I love the den! super cool lay out.
I'm with Beth. Ball hockey all the way! I want Smac on my team. She is wicked with a stick!! Good job so far guys!
Anonymous said…
I would like you to make a costume out of that carpet.

Seriously.

:)

Greaat jaaeeerrb on the house, bro.
Anonymous said…
Is that lotion and Kleenex beside the sofa in the den for a reason Dave?

I feel like I just saw you naked.

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