We Have a House Now!


It's been quite a while since I wrote a real blog. The fall semester at work felt a little crazy. I taught for the first time and some of the volunteer roles that I took on had a lot happening. And most importantly, we closed on the house and moved in!

203 West Monroe

We did work on it for about 4 weeks before actually moving in. It was a lot of cleaning and painting with some small renovation projects. (I can say small projects because the boys did them and I wasn't really involved. I'm sure Philip would say they weren't all that small.) We had so much help from our families and for that, we are so grateful!

I want to start sharing some of the pics that show you all of the work we've been doing! So to start... what we'll call... the foyer!

Before
After

Any trim in the house that is now white was that nasty brown color before. We also got all new carpet (thanks to our negotiated carpet allowance from our offer on the house). The wall color in the foyer was like an olive green. It's now a neutral tan color.


Still working on decor for everything! Also I scrubbed all of the grout so that it's no longer black and is now its original tan color... so gross!

Below is the coat closet and door to the little bathroom, which leads into the kitchen back there.

Before
After

The doors have been such a hassle for Philip, but they look so much better than the brown ones!

More to come as I continue to take "after" pictures!

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