During the planning of our remodel, we had to have our engineer calculate how to remove one of the walls to have an open floor plan. Greg van Sande stopped by one afternoon, got up on the ladder and stuck his head into the attic space.
"There's nothing up here", he exclaimed. What in the world did he mean? It sounded like a doctor delivering bad news.
Quite the opposite. He stepped off the ladder with a big smile on his face. Raise the ceiling he said! The attic space was clear of any mechanicals making it "a breeze" to raise the ceiling. Easy for him to say.
The big day arrived, and the beam went in without a hitch. Thank you Fredo, and all the great workers at Skyeline!
A contractor, a can of spray paint, and a dog that wonders why. Isn't this how all home remodels begin?
I love a fixer. Doesn't everyone? My daughter teases me, that the uglier they are the better. She would know, she's been tolerating my passion for 35 years. I remember one time when I brought her to the house of my fixer dreams. Tears welling up in her eyes, she said "You aren't going to make us live here, are you?". It was a bit of a Cinderella story. Needless to say it all turned out in the end.
Just over four years ago I found my next victim. A 1960's D'Alfonso on the Riviera. The view was amazing, and the house had potential. I could see past the yellow and operating room green walls, parquet floors and aluminum windows. I had on my rose colored glasses.
Today the windows are gone, the walls have disappeared and Cinderella is on her way to the ball. Stay tuned for more updates.
Pamela-Real Estate Romantic