I love to share inspiration on how far terrible spaces can come.
Oh, dear Lord. This is, honest to God, the day we closed on our house. (Reminder: We didn’t live in it for six months.)
I’m fairly certain an episode of cops took place in this house. In this staircase.
The carpet had to go.
Ryan tore out all of the biohazard carpet throughout the entire house immediately. And, then we lived with the blue/brown combo, with the nail strips (don’t ask, it’s a soft subject) for nearly one year. Actually, almost exactly a year. It’s quite lovely, don’t you think? Unfortunately, since the upstairs wasn’t done, we didn’t want to trudge up and down redone stairs for six months of renovating.
But, soon enough, we were working upstairs. This is my favorite picture of Ryan. There are so many reasons. He is finishing the paint that I couldn’t reach and was too scared to try (such a great hubby). He’s wearing his signature renovation outfit. He’s wearing flip-flops. There is sunscreen on the bannister, which is so helpful upstairs. And, he’s clearly going to fall down the stairs and kill himself. (I clearly remember me telling him that.) This picture just makes me laugh every time.
Anyhoo…. here’s the staircase after it was redone.
And, here’s the top of the stairs.
I think it’s clean, cute and fresh. What do you think?