Last night I woke up at 2am. Unable to sleep, I checked my email and was surprised to see that our General Contractor had written to say something to the effect of “Look forward to starting tomorrow!” Now, being busy working parents, I know we can be a little less than completely together at times. But we’ve been waiting for seemingly a lifetime to redesign our own home… you think we’d remember Day 1 or THE DAY our project kicked off! Anyway, be it mushy sleep deprived parent brain or just a lucky surprise, I’m excited to document Day 1 of (hopefully) a 6 month renovation project. I’ve intentionally titled this post with a superstitious frame of mind so as not to jinx us.
Since this is Day 1 and blog post 1, some background seems necessary. The origins of this project all started with a British TV show airing circa 2004 called Grand Designs. U and I saw one show and were both hooked. We are not architects. We are not designers. We are not handy. We have rather un-creative DNA actually. But for the last 15 years, we’ve dreamed about our own grand design.
We bought our first house when we moved to the Boston area. It was adorable, already renovated and it felt like home but it was on a postage stamp lot and there was really no opportunity to re-design or redo much. Fast forward 6 years and 2 kiddos later, it was time for more space and we kept an eye out for the right house where we could implement a vision for OUR home. A place and space that we put our own stamp on and that feels good to us, and will be a place to make happy memories together with our children, family and friends.
We embarked on a two year house hunt; dragging the kids to open houses and turned up nothing that we could work with. The Boston ‘burbs are expensive, really old houses are a scary prospect, new houses don’t make sense for a remodel, and undeveloped land is rare (if available, quickly snatched up by developers/cash carrying folks). At that point we basically gave up on our search. U and I had a heart to heart and decided that we were happy with our little house, loved our neighbors, space was tight but everything else was great – we would make do, the dream would have to wait. That was, of course, the exact weekend when I saw a blue, overly ornate, bottom of cul-de-sac, backing onto conservation land, 1978 split level, for sale in our neighboring town. It ticked a lot of boxes so I dragged everyone to the open house on a wet Autumn Saturday. We put in an offer on Sunday, and we moved in close to Christmas. That was about 1.5 years ago.
For many nights over the last 1.5 years, U and I have laid in our very dated bedroom staring at the very hideous light fixture, wondering if this was THE house we were going to invest blood, sweat, tears, time, and plenty of moolah, to create our very own a-little-less-than-grand-but-still-lovely, design.
Well, the answer is quite obvious. We’re doing it! We have Faith our architect, Dave our GC, Lisa our kitchen designer, and friends and family to help us (emotionally, psychologically) through it. And today, is the day. Day 1 of fulfilling a little dream for two silly people and their little family.
Last but not least, here is a collection of the “before” photos:
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