Done

Wow, what a difference. The nasty industrial tile is gone along with its fragrant smell of mildew. In its place is a shiny new floor that's perfect for sliding across in your socks, Risky Business style. Trust me, I tried. Now all that's left is trim and baseboards, paint, blinds, new light fixtures, a mirror for the bath, and installation of the new toilet. Piece of cake. (And by the way, I've had several people ask if I'm going to paint the front door. NO! The flaky paint and worn look is part of the cottage look, and in this case it's authentic.)



Alan and I are staking claims to what the guest house will be used for when it's complete. You thought it was going to be a guest house? That's silly. For me, I see a yoga room and future storage for teachery stuff. Alan sees a bachelor pad, and went so far as to place the little fridge next to the futon couch for convenient beer placement. Again...pure silliness.