As you know, I've been tied up with some insane home remodel projects that are way over my head. I've almost cut off a finger, stepped on rusty nails, and uncovered some creepy things under that carpet. Back in 1999, when I moved into this 20's building- the old landlords told me that I couldn't have hardwood floors. They mentioned that they were too messed up to be saved. I suppose I should've listened more intently. What a mess.
My friend Fran was a real trooper last week. She helped me dispose of the rubble. We decided this project has probably left us infertile. All the chemical vapors and fumes we inhaled along with the stale lead paint we stirred up with the sander...ouch.
But I decided that everything really just needs more paint. A lot of coats of new paint. So here's the semi-progress. Still have months more of work ahead.