Finished the Condo Renovations - Just in time to sell.....Convenient no?
In previous posts - and when I say previous, I really mean ancient (like, days of yore stuff here folks. Seriously. Scroll down if you don't believe me) - I have referenced my epic battles with renovations, and the endless task list that spawns therefrom.
It gives me great pleasure to say, that 2 kids, 3 jobs, 1 house, and 2 cantankerous renters later, I am finally finished the renovations on our Condominium.
Mostly.
I'd go into detail, but I like my sanity. The upshot comes in the fact that my push to finish is motivated directly by my desire to sell the place and bathe in hard currency [aside: Thanks to my home city for a tremendous real estate appreciation cycle - may you now halt and take a breather so I can hire some professionals to complete the renovations on my house at a reasonable price. One can wish.]
Ironically, I can now pause to consider the learning experience that these renovations afforded me:
1. When attaching baseboards, always check to make sure that the pocket door is open so as not to nail the door shut with brad nails. Always use construction adhesive to attach baseboards on either side of the wall in which the door is housed, as the brad nails that went through the baseboards and drywall will prevent the door from closing. Really good lesson. I introduced the Condo to a choice selection of my colorful vocabulary that day. Oh yes I did.
2. When your friendly neighborhood home improvement emporium says they can color match, what they really mean is - kinda. That's not what the sign says, mind you, but that's what it should say. What it does say is some pap about once they attempt to color match a can of paint, you've bought whatever crap concoction the "Decor Professional" has brewed for your painting pleasure. Not that you notice that sign when accepting the cheerful "sure!" that comes right after your question asking if they can color match your pathetic swatch of poorly chosen paint color. But what's really awesome is the feeling of trying to touch up a 4 year old paint-job with newly "color matched" paint, just to find that it's off just enough to be obvious to even the most color blind of humans, but not enough that when you go back to Home Depot to try and negotiate a reasonable resolution, the new shift of oh-so-helpful folks looks at you, laughs maniacally whilst twisting their freshly waxed cracker-jack "Evil Mustache" and points to the aforementioned sign. That was a great day. And I bought more paint from that fine establishment. I know - I'm still hitting myself.
3. The pain of re-construction or renovating is exactly equal to the joy of demolition raised to the power of the speed of light. Exactly. Trust me on this one.
There are more lessons, but the pain of recollecting just these three has been akin to slowly removing a hubcap sized oozing scab, so I'll end there, lest I faint.
So, needless to say, [aside: Why do people use that phrase? So daft.] I am tickled to be finished the project once and for all.
Why am I also sorry to see it go?
Pathetic.
-m@
It gives me great pleasure to say, that 2 kids, 3 jobs, 1 house, and 2 cantankerous renters later, I am finally finished the renovations on our Condominium.
Mostly.
I'd go into detail, but I like my sanity. The upshot comes in the fact that my push to finish is motivated directly by my desire to sell the place and bathe in hard currency [aside: Thanks to my home city for a tremendous real estate appreciation cycle - may you now halt and take a breather so I can hire some professionals to complete the renovations on my house at a reasonable price. One can wish.]
Ironically, I can now pause to consider the learning experience that these renovations afforded me:
1. When attaching baseboards, always check to make sure that the pocket door is open so as not to nail the door shut with brad nails. Always use construction adhesive to attach baseboards on either side of the wall in which the door is housed, as the brad nails that went through the baseboards and drywall will prevent the door from closing. Really good lesson. I introduced the Condo to a choice selection of my colorful vocabulary that day. Oh yes I did.
2. When your friendly neighborhood home improvement emporium says they can color match, what they really mean is - kinda. That's not what the sign says, mind you, but that's what it should say. What it does say is some pap about once they attempt to color match a can of paint, you've bought whatever crap concoction the "Decor Professional" has brewed for your painting pleasure. Not that you notice that sign when accepting the cheerful "sure!" that comes right after your question asking if they can color match your pathetic swatch of poorly chosen paint color. But what's really awesome is the feeling of trying to touch up a 4 year old paint-job with newly "color matched" paint, just to find that it's off just enough to be obvious to even the most color blind of humans, but not enough that when you go back to Home Depot to try and negotiate a reasonable resolution, the new shift of oh-so-helpful folks looks at you, laughs maniacally whilst twisting their freshly waxed cracker-jack "Evil Mustache" and points to the aforementioned sign. That was a great day. And I bought more paint from that fine establishment. I know - I'm still hitting myself.
3. The pain of re-construction or renovating is exactly equal to the joy of demolition raised to the power of the speed of light. Exactly. Trust me on this one.
There are more lessons, but the pain of recollecting just these three has been akin to slowly removing a hubcap sized oozing scab, so I'll end there, lest I faint.
So, needless to say, [aside: Why do people use that phrase? So daft.] I am tickled to be finished the project once and for all.
Why am I also sorry to see it go?
Pathetic.
-m@
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