Believe it or not,
I told the hubs when we first moved in, that I didn't give a hoot if we ever finished our basement.
See, for me growing up, basements were deep, dark, dank spaces where your childhood monster lived that caused you not to linger and run screaming back up the stairs.
'S just my experience.
So why did we finish our dungeon? Why did we live out the American dream??
The hubs wanted a theater room.
I just wanted to detrashify the joint. Please refer to first picture.
Pretty sure this project was harder than everything else we'd ever done in our house. Combined.
Alright, alright. I tend to over-dramatize.
But it was the suckiest bunch of sucky work that ever did suck.
A word on that sucky work--
I figure we probably saved $10,000 doing the sucky work ourselves. Least that's what I like to tell myself.
Makes me sleep better at night.
This might come as a bit of a shock to you, "but I don't own a dress. I don't even own a brush." (name that movie!)
Er, sorry. This might come as a bit of a shock to you, but I have this thing about big molding. Change the world, it will.
I was in charge of molding. Can you tell? Picked thee biggest, most ginormous molding Lowe's had.
Which led to why it wouldn't find in my vehicular. I don't want to talk about it.
I raised my bee-autiful, ginormous molding a tad bit off the floor, so that the carpet didn't swallow the height up so much.
And speaking of carpet, if you have a sensitive gag reflex, don't look.
Forgive my shaky, midnight, right-before-I-tore-this-nasty-carpet-out, shot. This carpet?
There are no words.
I have a light cream carpet (longer name of carpet: "The Carpet Satan Reserves For Bad Moms In Hell") throughout my home. It is the bain of my existence.
when looking for our new carpet, I asked for the carpet that would hold up the best and look the cleanest, for the longest.
Seriously. No other real criteria.
Anywho, the transformation this space has taken,
still amazes me.
There's still little odds 'n ends here and there, but that's to be expected.
But how far we've come.
How much we've learned.
And how much extra space we've created for our kids to run screaming through.
Oh. 3 year old's crying? Well then, I guess it's life as usual.
what do I see besides 600 new square feet of living space to attempt and fail to keep clean?
600 square feet of potential molding projects, baby.