Restoring and decorating a 100-year-old house requires a motto: “Practice, Precision, Patience.”
As exasperation gripped everyone involved, I decided to call the Bathtub Man back. Armed with more “symptoms,” he was able to diagnose the problem: 3 of the 4 feet did not fit the tub.
The flood was made worse by a charlatan plumber who recreated our flood so he could call in a water abatement company. We later learned that he got a commission when he sent them new victims.
The people who “renovated” our home in 2005 were more concerned with looks than function. Their DIY bathroom design has cost us thousands to remediate.
It took me 3 weeks to strip seven layers of junk off of our house’s original mahogany door.
Every little project I’ve started has ended up taking about 5-times longer than it should have due to corners cut by the flippers. This is one of those stories.
Mother’s Day can inflame fertility wounds, and I freely admit to ditching church services on several second-Sundays in May. But I am not and have never been anti–Mother’s Day.