When we bought the little brick house by the marsh (we have marsh views...not beach views - hey we're not millionaires) we knew we would need to make some changes.
The previous owners had a decorating style that... we'll lets just call it early 80's gangster.
So we had already planned on doing extensive painting and to have the floors redone.
notice dark floors...and mustard? walls
..and what the hell is that thing over the sink.
But what we didn't expect to find was so much damage. These people were slobs. And apparently were clueless when it came to house breaking dogs.
We started to tear up the fake wood kitchen floor the day after we closed. What we found underneath was ...simply nasty.
My horrified-wife said,
I want it out.
Bad timing for our friend Bill who was on his way over for the new house tour. But he handled it like a gentleman when I called him to say 'bring a drill'.
new hardwood in the kitchen,
and new cabinets.
Of course, as with every project here at the brick house on the marsh, there have been some glitches and delays.
But hey - plywood counters are way better than where we stared.