It is a sad day for my beautiful blue sofa - it will have to find a new home. I know, I am sad, too. The truth is, it's not the most.... 'manly' sofa ever, and perhaps Hubs was just being nice when he said it's fine. This is both our home, and I want him to feel just as much a factor in its out-fitting as I am.
Lately, it has been pretty stressful. The sanding has come to a screeching, smelling, slightly burning halt. This is what the upstairs still looks like.
I know, very little progress. We have found that it is more than we can handle - especially given we both have full-time jobs. If I were at home, I could definitely do it, but as awesome/stubborn as I am, it's too much for us right now.
Because of the state of the upstairs, this is the state of the downstairs:
Yes, we are still on the living room floor, two months into the renovations, our clothes are in crates and our patience wears every day.
So I called a guy.
