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