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Update from the land of the proverbial project

Remember last week when I talked about the latest pipe debacle? And how I made a list about the projects we've decided to undertake as a result of having the room cleaned out?

Well, we're making some progress. Probably the most difficult phase of any project is agreeing upon/deciding what to tackle this time. And we've done that.

Our list now includes, in addition to the original:

Replace kitchen faucet. (ours started leaking two days after the pipe debacle..wtf???) But this is cool because we're installing a better one anyway. That has separate hot and cold water handles and a higher arch on the faucet itself so we can get big pots and pans under it more easily. Yay!


Remove carpet from hallway.

Lay bamboo flooring in hallway.

Refinish hall walls.

Paint hall walls.

Replace old, large, cumbersome queen sized bed with ours.

Buy a new bed for us. (Unexpected in the scheme, but it will be cool and ours will look pretty against the bamboo floor which has yet to laid but will be...soon...)


Replace old white blinds with bamboo blinds...


A few more to do's/items, but overall ok.

I just want to get the fun phase going. The part where we see progress and not just focus on the repair work from the stupid pipe.

But I've never been known for my patience.



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