Basement Remodeling Project
We started with a perimeter of cement walls and divided the space into three separate rooms: a living area, an office (where I'll be storing my books), and a full bathroom. We also created two unfinished spaces: a furnace room and a small storage area.
During the 6 month renovation, I think Brad and I visited Home-Depot at least once daily. Some days, we made multiple trips. You know you're at Home-Depot too often when you're mistaken for an employee. This happened just once. Still, the actual employees knew us by name by the time our project was finished!
I'm not sure how, but we only made one visit to the ER. This was for me. I was painting late at night and, not surprisingly, splashed paint in my eye (just an hour after scolding Brad for not wearing goggles while painting upside-down). Add lack of goggles to my painting technique, which hasn't improved since my early grade-school years and it's a wonder I didn't end up in the ER days before this incident played out. Somehow the paint stuck to the inside of my upper eyelid and scratched my cornea. The next day, I was painting upside-down while standing on a ladder with one of its legs resting on a 2x4. Of course, the unbalanced ladder fell over. As I fell off, I landed one of my legs directly into a half-full, 5 gallon bucket of white ceiling paint. I wish I would have taken a photo of my blue (now white) slipper and jeans both saturated in paint. At the time, I thought about running upstairs to get my camera; however, I made a big enough mess, and didn't think Brad would appreciate me tramping paint all over the house in an effort to capture what "would have been such a great picture"!
We ended up framing the basement three times. And we wired it twice. Times that by 10, and you'll obtain a pretty good estimate of how many times my Dad and Brad were each individually shocked. We flooded the first floor kitchen during the framing. Someone (I won't name names) displaced a pipe located beneath the kitchen sink with the agressive use of a screw driver. Doors were put up a few times before they fit right, and the futon you see below never was moved from the main room. Despite all of this, it was a really fun family project. And a success in the end. Something we're all very proud of.
The end to what we weren't always sure would be a success...
During the 6 month renovation, I think Brad and I visited Home-Depot at least once daily. Some days, we made multiple trips. You know you're at Home-Depot too often when you're mistaken for an employee. This happened just once. Still, the actual employees knew us by name by the time our project was finished!
I'm not sure how, but we only made one visit to the ER. This was for me. I was painting late at night and, not surprisingly, splashed paint in my eye (just an hour after scolding Brad for not wearing goggles while painting upside-down). Add lack of goggles to my painting technique, which hasn't improved since my early grade-school years and it's a wonder I didn't end up in the ER days before this incident played out. Somehow the paint stuck to the inside of my upper eyelid and scratched my cornea. The next day, I was painting upside-down while standing on a ladder with one of its legs resting on a 2x4. Of course, the unbalanced ladder fell over. As I fell off, I landed one of my legs directly into a half-full, 5 gallon bucket of white ceiling paint. I wish I would have taken a photo of my blue (now white) slipper and jeans both saturated in paint. At the time, I thought about running upstairs to get my camera; however, I made a big enough mess, and didn't think Brad would appreciate me tramping paint all over the house in an effort to capture what "would have been such a great picture"!
We ended up framing the basement three times. And we wired it twice. Times that by 10, and you'll obtain a pretty good estimate of how many times my Dad and Brad were each individually shocked. We flooded the first floor kitchen during the framing. Someone (I won't name names) displaced a pipe located beneath the kitchen sink with the agressive use of a screw driver. Doors were put up a few times before they fit right, and the futon you see below never was moved from the main room. Despite all of this, it was a really fun family project. And a success in the end. Something we're all very proud of.
The end to what we weren't always sure would be a success...
Sounds like you two have a great relationship to go through a remodeling job and still like each other. You got the job done and it looks great. You can be proud of that.
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