When we bought a 99 year old house a few years ago, I somehow thought it would be more or less renovated eventually. What was I thinking? It's 102 years old now and though quite livable nothing is every really finished around here. Or if one thing gets finished, some child whacks a hole in the plaster.
Mostly, I vacillate between dreaming up projects and bugging my husband about why he doesn't take them on in all his spare time. I'm not nearly as handy as I like to pretend that I am. Painting on a little shellac on some trim now and then probably doesn't qualify.
Recently, our home improvements have actually been outside -- building new garden beds, moving plants, planting new plants and all that. But I really hope that the summer can bring about some other projects -- the installation of a new dishwasher, fixing windows (for heat retention and lead abatement purposes), and maybe, just maybe, we could get around to giving the kids some closet doors. If I get really motivated, I might even get around to painting our laundry room or something -- although the window and door trim has never been put up.
Maybe I'll just sit back and ignore all the stuff that could be done, it sounds like too much work.
1 year ago