It would be safe to call this the summer of reconstruction. It's just too bad that the planned portion coincided with the unplanned portion.
I will admit that everything I know about construction can fit into one Chinese New Year hong bao. Here's what I knew going into it: Our master closet situation was not working.
Here's a 'before' view from the front:
Where did we hang our clothes, you ask? We hung them here, in the guest room:
I am hardly Carrie Bradshaw when it comes to needing closet space, but this was less than optimal. Especially at 5:15am, when I'm feeling my way through the house without my contacts in to pick my outfit for the day.
Any woman in her thirties knows that there are easy ways and hard ways to do things. This woman in her thirties often chooses the easy way. Without boring you with plans, ideas, and quotes, let's just say that L and I decided to fix the closets the hard way. It involved sealing off a wall, creating a wall, creating storage, and adding doors to THREE rooms in our house. And while I did spend the majority of the month of August ready to scratch my face off, I'm pleased to say that we're finally done.