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I love the cabinet your dad made, it looks like beautiful craftsmanship.
I so want a barn door in my house, but I do not have one place I could even incorporate one unless I did a major reno.
I love the floor in your bedroom, I'm thinking about doing the same in my room. Along with the new floor, I want to put up brick faux "paneling." The stuff that looks like real brick with very textured grout and rough bricks. I want the room to have a New York loft vibe.
Just a really terrific update. Keep showing us as you go along. Maybe you'll inspire me to make some changes.
That's where the math comes in. Poor, poor me and that math thing. Both my grandfather and father graduated from college with math degrees, and my sister graduated as a teacher and is this math brainiac thing. I think the math genes just got all used up by the time I came around.
When my mom died, we obviously had to sell her house. The lady she wanted us to use lived across the street.
Now, I grew up in a nice neighborhood. Doctors, lawyers, a judge -- business people lived there and many retired there. So, while it was still a desirable location, location, location when she died, the homes had aged. My family home was very nice, but needed upgrades. Needed some things brought up to today's codes. I was fully aware that while still a very nice home, it was not today's styles. Mom had done some upgrades, but others still needed doing.
The agent my mom wanted us to go with was the judge's wife and had lived across the street probably 25 years, or else I would've dumped the bitch flat. The tone she used when talking about the upgrades was very disrespectful. Again, while I was fully aware things needed spruced up and this was business, she was talking about my childhood home and my parent's home. She needed to respect that. Very special people lived here and you best watch how you word things. Watch your tone.
To say I was highly sensitive to her lack of manners when speaking to her clients about their property they hired her to sell is an understatement.
One day her demands and the attitude got to be one 'tude too much and I told her that we were not doing another thing to this house. If she wanted something done, she would have to dip into her commission to make it so.
Pretty effective cease and desist tactic when their commission comes into play.
I'm sure you know this, especially after cleaning out the flower and shrub garden. And I just spent all day yesterday cutting out twisted and numerous roots that were tearing up the fence. It's repaired finally and while it all looked beautiful, I'm getting too old to maintain all that. I want to work smart, not hard and you can have beauty without the hours and hours of upkeep.