Wait…..
A Beautiful View
Ok, perhaps you don’t sense the overall gravity of this situation. It’s positively glorious!!! This, my darlings, is a brand, spanking new window in my increasingly pretty little kitchen!! And the best part is…….
…it OPENS! I couldn’t actually show you that because the window guy said I couldn’t touch it for a couple of hours. Torture–pure torture!!
In case you think I’ve lost my marbles–the previous kitchen window did NOT open. Weird, right? I mean, what if I burned something and there was terrible smoke everywhere?! Of course that would never happen because I never burn ANYthing. Ha. But if I DID, we’d all choke to death without a window that opened.
Well, not anymore buddy boy because this pretty baby opens…and closes…and opens…and closes…and OPENS!!!
I may just faint.
A New Window To the World
First of all you need to understand–this was one NASTY, ugly window.
It was made of big, thick blocks of glass cemented together– that seemed to be all the thing a million years ago.
But wait, that’s not all. It seems the little fellow who built this place decided it would be awesome to paint the thing dark brown. Seriously, Coke bottle brown. Whaaaaat?! We had tried, a few times to scrape the paint off, but 50 years had baked it on pretty solid. You see how well it worked!
ANYway, my sweet daughter arranged for some great, sturdy fellows to come and take out the old one, and put in a new one. These poor guys had no idea before they got here that this is what they’d be dealing with.
They supposed it would take about 15 minutes to remove the old window and it ended up taking 3 hours!
Look at this beautiful modern window they put in!! So not used to all the lovely light pouring through–but it is heavenly.
And wowwww….where did that house come from? I’ve never seen it before! Hahaha. Coming into the century one baby step at a time.
Thanks my dear daughters…it’s so beautiful!
Ready To Rip
My sweet Jillian came over one day with her work gloves on…
and said, “Are you ready to rip out that carpet, and have a look at what is underneath?”
She’s a very brave soul and I’m more the contented with whatever, “Ummm, sure!” kind of person.
So, I stepped back and she started yanking–only took her about 15 minutes and she had the whole thing loose and curled up in the middle of the room.
Sure enough–there was dusty, staple-y, positively potentially lovely hardwood underneath that blue carpet.
I am officially the staple remover, duster, sweeper lady now. When that’s finished, I think we’ll have a dang pretty floor here.
That’s my bet.
Underneath~
I got brave one day about a week before Christmas and decided the bedroom carpet had to go too. It was the ugliest burnt orange piece of nastiness. Luckily, I knew there was hardwood underneath it, but I almost didn’t care. It was too gross to stay. But as you can see, even though the pad was much newer than the mummified stuff in the front room, it was still old and creepy and…this time…
wherever it was deteriorating, it stuck to the floor.
No, no…I’m not kidding. It was really stuck. But I’m a sturdy mountain woman…
so I got out the equally sturdy shop vac and scraped and hosed it all up.
I’m certain that someone much smarter and waaay more savvy about such things would have told me not to do it this way. But you know, whoever that was, wasn’t here and I was actually feeling pretty dang clever.
And this time, I dragged the creepy orange carpet outside myself. We’ll talk about the ugly porch rock some other time.
 Of course, I get that it needs the tack strips yanked off and a good, hard scrubbing…
but hey…
anything beats burnt orange…shag.
You know I’m right.
