Since we moved here in '98 it's been a classic case of the shoemaker's children going barefooted. In this case, the carpenter's house getting raggedy. It was always a matter of having either no time to do the work (no chance another contractor be paid to rip us off!) or unpaid time off from work meaning no money to invest in the projects.
My dad was plumber and we had to flush toilet in the spare bath with a bucket of water for years so I understand this mindset completely and it never bothered me especially because Jim really like doing creative, hands on things, like the pool deck, beautiful built in bookcases and putting a window in my studio so I could have north light..wonderful things. Not practical things.
Now the list of practical needs has piled up to the point where I look at those "I BUY UGLY HOUSES" signs and think "I got a peach for ya, buddy".
I've decide that it's my mindset that's ugly and I'm going to have to get real and get creative about putting my house in order.
Last night, a dear friend almost lost her home to a fire. The building itself was saved, but her beloved pets were not. Why does it take a kick in the gut to wake us up?
There are forms to be filled out, research to do and lists to be made.