>> Thursday, February 3, 2011
If you’re having a smidge of déjà vu, it’s completely understandable. Picture what my guest room looked like pre-intervention, then flip-flopped, with about 30 more square feet and you have the before shot my master in all of its (soon-to-be) glory.
So long carpet. Welcome fresh paint & refinished hardwoods…oh, I’m drooling. Forget the furniture. I could sleep on an air mattress just to be closer to these virgin floors in all their not-yet-even-a-scratch-let-alone-a-(gasp!)-dent beauty.
…but furniture soon followed—all rehabbed, of course—and, true confession, a guilty pleasure of mine is mixing brown and black. In my house. In my wardrobe. Whatever. My master was no exception…
There you have it. My master a year later. Bored yet? Don’t worry there is only one day left in my jaunt down memory lane and then we jump right back into all of the DIY, furniture flipping, home obsessed goodness you actually show up for.