Here’s where I come clean. Sometimes … Ryan and I make mistakes when DIYing and renovating.
Many of those “mistakes” are just because time changes our plans. This happens a lot to us because while we do plan, we also roll with the punches. And because we do lots of the work ourselves, we can be a little flexible with plans. When we start a project or renovation, we don’t always consider all the opportunities. But as we get going, we come up with new ideas or crazy plans.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Sidenote: I’ve recently been watching my favorite DIY show Rehab Addict on ulive. (By the way, LOVE this show and LOVE ulive. Free shows from DIY Network, HGTV and more.) One thing Nicole Curtis said stuck with me:
“Mistakes are just knowledge waiting to happen.”
All that say, we are getting lots of knowledge up in here.
The barn started as a sort of crazy idea of Ryan’s to re-use something that was over 100 years old. So, he tore down the barn, relocated and rebuilt it. All of the plans were made assuming that it would be storage and work space.
Then, as we built it, we got the crazy notion to convert the upstairs to an apartment and live there.
So, we adjusted. Did some more planning.
Unfortunately, that meant some back-tracking and regrouping. We probably would have done things differently had we known that we were going to live there. Honestly, in retrospect, we could have actually done a lot of things differently and turned the entire barn into a home. But that’s neither here nor there. And the changes we would need are not going to happen at this point.
One big uh-oh was the roof. The gorgeous metal roof that was on the room when Ryan removed it. We loved it. So, he flipped the metal and reinstalled it to the newly built barn. Bing, bang and boom. I really think it was beautiful.
But it was an old metal roof. And I got a call from Ryan when I was in Phoenix and the Midwest was getting buckets of rain that the roof was leaking like a sieve.
We shouldn’t have been that surprised. But, it sucked. And it was NOVEMBER, for goodness sakes. Not the best time to put on a roof in the Midwest. So, we got angry and sulked and worried. Like rational adults. And then we discussed it and decided that the best solution was a new roof. Like. Now. Because if we waited, we couldn’t really work on the barn apartment, which means we wouldn’t be able to move in the spring.
Did I mention that this was one of the coldest and snowiest years I remember? Ugh.
So, Ryan and my brother ripped off that stinkin’ roof in the rain and sleet and snow. My brother sent me these type of photos, which helped my blood pressure tremendously.
They also sent selfies for the blog. Because they are nothing if not helpful content contributors.
And then Ryan and I made the executive decision to pay the dollas to have someone else put the shingles up.
We were able to save some money by doing the prep work. A friend recommended a guy and he and his crew had the roof completed in a day. It’s a relatively simple roof (straight shot on both sides), but it’s pretty steep and the weather was miserable. Plus, Ryan has a pesky thing called a day job. The crew had a nice sunny day (ironic after all the poor weather Ryan and Kyle dealt with) to get the roof up. Like that, we had something we could actually live in.
In the end, this mistake was more about losing time than money. The metal roof wasn’t new. But it took time away from other projects and it just would have been better to plan this ahead and not have to fix the roof in the dead of winter. But, what’s done is done. And the new black shingles are pretty gorgeous, if I do say so myself. It makes the red pop even more.