When Jim and I got married, I moved into the house he'd bought nine months prior. It's in Plano, a suburban city in the northern portion of the Dallas metroplex. Built in the mid-1970's, it's a single story ranch-style home with three bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, two living areas and a 2-car attached garage.
I like to say the house has "good bones". Which is another way of saying it has "potential" ... or, to be a bit more blunt, "I can't wait to remodel it."
The bathrooms are original (complete with shell-shaped sinks), as is the kitchen (though the appliances seem to have been replaced in the early 90's). The living room features wood paneling; day by day, I can't decide whether I love it or hate it. And whoever made remodeling decisions over the years must have been smoking some serious stuff; the flooring ranges from saltillo tile to carpet to vinyl to ceramic to stained concrete, the master bath is painted a deep red over an ugly dark grey-blue, and the jack-and-jill bath features mix-and-match navajo-print wallpaper in mauve and powder blue.
So we're taking it one project at a time, and turning this house - which is in a great location, just 10 minutes from the office, in a quiet neighborhood on a lot that features giant 30-year-old oak trees - into the perfect home for us... one room at a time. And not going into debt to do it (we're paying cash for each project as we go).
I plan on eventually creating a scrapbook to chronicle the remodeling process, and I thought my blog would be the perfect place to capture these stories as they happen.
Welcome to the tales of Our Old House!
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