After 8 years of transforming the old place into the home we wanted, we both knew moving would mean starting over.
And so it begins:
With the laundry room.
This is the photo of the laundry room from the agent's listing. Not much to recommend it.
Between the time the listing photo was taken and the time we moved in, the PO painted the tile floor brown. WTF? Vicki spent two weeks scrubbing it off.
I ordered a sink and cabinets. It took a couple of weeks for it all to arrive, and when it did, the sink was damaged.
I didn't want to wait another two weeks to get this done, so I applied a little C-clamp persuasion and straightened it out.
I have no idea how I accumulated so may C-clamps. I don't think I've bought a C-clamp in my life. I do recall half a dozen of the little ones were in the bottom of a box of stuff I bought at an auction.
Once the cabinets and the countertop were installed, time to install the pulls. I always found this a tedious job. To speed it along, I drilled a couple of holes in a scrap of wood to make a template to locate the holes and help start the drill straight.
I made a French cleat to hang the shelf over the washer and dryer, so it could be easily removed. I had all kinds of trouble with these plastic toggle bolts. I bought 4, was successful in installing 2, and finished the job with some good old-fashioned steel ones that I had.
From ordering parts to finishing the job it took 3 weeks of off and on work and waiting. The drawer stack in the center was a mistake. They were supposed to match the insets in the doors. Oh well, I didn't point it out to Vicki until after she approved the job. She said, "The last time, we built the Taj Mahal. This time I'm happy with 'good enough'." Bless her.