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Eric and I have been in makeover/remodel/cleaning 4-year-old filth CITY for the past two weeks. When we arrived to his house in Provo…well let’s just say it wasn’t in the best shape.
No, let’s not just say that. Let’s say: IT WAS DISGUSTING. I mean make your head spin gross. And my standard of clean is not even that high people. When I moved the oven to clean behind it I found baby toys. Maybe that doesn’t sound that weird to you. But it will after I enlighten you with the fact that Eric has owned the house for three years and rented to single men the whole time. Yeah, that means those baby toys have been sitting in their oven-encrusted-filth for at least four years. HELLO! The carpet in the front room looked like, as Eric likes to say, someone had poured coke all over it and then rubbed dirt in to seal the deal.
One of the bedrooms was lilac, which is fine if you’re a female under the age of 6, but unfortunately neither of us are, and this lilac bedroom was fashionably paired with dark forest green carpet. Worse than the tackiness of it all was the fact that after being married I know just how yucky boys can be. So the thought of using their same carpet was a mental no go. The linoleum, sigh, kitchen floor looked like it hadn’t been mopped in a decade. And the toilet well…we bought a new one immediately.
It was a full week of 7am-12am days before we could even begin to move in the furniture. It’s crazy how differently you clean as a home owner. As a renter a little wipe down seems sufficient for most surfaces. But as an owner I’m like a one-woman-wrecking crew on grime and scum. It was a ton of work but thankfully we had a lot of help. Eric’s fabulous amazing father, Michael, donated probably 40 hours of grueling slave labor. He ripped up carpet, painted, “I’m really good at painting,” he informed me. And he is! He sanded and scrubbed. And all the while I just tried to keep up with Michael Roberton’s stamina for home repair.
Eric’s whole family pitched in. Andrea’s husband and brother-in-law came over and helped install new baseboards after we took the coke/dirt carpet out. They were amazing. It was grimy and gross, but watching so many people help us was really humbling and wonderful. We’re glad to be around family.
Anyway, we ripped out carpet, refinished wood floors (rented a giant sander and everything) got new carpet in the bedrooms (adios green nightmare) and painted and cleaned like our lives depended on it. Then and only then did we unpack our car and move the furniture in.
There’s still a lot of unpacking and organizing to do, but things are looking good. I’ve been trying to take lots of pictures so I’ll post some soon. Well, that’s probably a lie, but my intentions are pure.
Today my big mission is to paint a table. It’s actually the same table I painted about a year ago. I painted it yellow and it was fun and spunky in our last place. But then when we moved it into this kitchen we realized just how yellow it is. Our SLC apartment had horrible light and this kitchen has a huge window with lots of natural light. So now the yellow table that was once fun and peppy is a GIANT eyesore that, like the sun, causes partial blindness if stared at too long.
I miss writing. I miss you. I hope you’re doing well and feeling loved. And if you’re not, well I love you. Kisses and hugs to anyone reading.
I’m off to sand the yellow away.