Showing posts with label s*@#hole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label s*@#hole. Show all posts

Friday, March 18, 2016

Here comes the sun.


Here comes the sun.

Best part of living at the beach is being outside.  Enjoying the outdoors. 
The outdoors without snow. 
The outdoors without negative temperatures. 
Sunshine. SUNSHINE. & more Sunshine.

 
In the original floor plan, a sliding door in my daughter's room was the only way to the backyard space.  I just could not picture friends and family parading through here every time we went outside.  In addition, the furniture placement in this room would be limited. 



Next, the original kitchen (shown below) had a single door in a galley style kitchen.  This door went out to the side of the house.  Let's be honest, it really didn't lead to a beautiful oasis....not yet anyway







We decided to replace the window in the dining area with a beautiful French door and install a large kitchen window above the future farm sink.   








The amount of light coming in the house will be amazing.  Excited for you to see the new windows installed.    

 
 
 












Wednesday, March 16, 2016

a shucking mess.

 

a shucking mess.

Before this can be our little beach house, it needs to get a lot MESSY. 

It’s simple. 
Rent dumpster.
Empty house.


 
 
 
 
 

We couldn't wait to remove the carpet from every room in this house. 

(yep, that is dirt.  geee-ross. )





  

Kitchen Demo

 

In addition to the demo in the kitchen, we removed the wall dividing the kitchen from living room and relocated the heating and air unit.

 
 

 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 










 
 
 






 
 


 
Laundry Room
*pay special attention to the man-made dryer vent kicked in the wall. 
literally. 
kicked in.
 
 
 
 



So excited to share our journey with you.  Stay tuned for some structural changes that will make this forgotten house into an incredibly, functional place!

 

now it's time for another shucking good time. 
that's right.
Steamed Oysters & a Yuengling.
 East Coast Style.
 
Trust me,
Jackie