I read this recently and it so fits: When deciding on a house to buy, I start dreaming of where to put the chaise and what dress should I wear while sipping my cocktail in it – before acknowledging that the roof is falling down.
Thankfully, our roof is intact, but the process of buying a fixer is like peeling back the layers of an onion. So far, no tears though.
The fun continues! Tonight we are stripping doors. We're sticking with our vintage doors, so we maintain the feel of the house.
More soon, and with pictures. Of course I did see this today, and I think we are destined for one in the side yard: