This weekend Brad and I made some pretty important (and expensive) decisions about our home renovations. Not like we have the money. Each trip to the local home improvement store is a guessing game with our finances: "What card do we use for this?" "How much credit do we have on this card?" "Well, if we float this check, we can afford this..." We desperately want to save money with this project, but we also don't want to compromise our desire for a customized home by cutting too many corners. We are constantly being reminded that we are not rich people who have the luxury of high paid contractors, and that the terms unique and cheap will highly unlikely ever coincide in the language of home repair in our instance.
In the midst of our financial ponderings, we were able to make some much needed purchases, therefore giving Brad the freedom to get some things done to the house. I had my own tasks. While I pretended to "clean up" the house that, as Brad puts it, really isn't "clean up-able," Brad started installing the ceiling.
And, as you see from the pictures, we extended hospitality to my parents and invited them over to help. At least we fed them afterwards. They are always asking to come help, and after a brief hiatus from having them over (reference the setting boundaries issue), Brad and I decided it might not be so bad to have their help and to feed them, too. Aren't we the epitome of the perfect adult children every new parent hopes and longs for their infants to become?
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