It Only Took 41 Years

We are under contract! The home my husband has been eyeing up for the last few years recently came on the market. We pounced. It's a bit of a fixer upper—to say the least. But it's a rare find. I don't believe in fate, but this feels something like it. We were preparing to buy the home we've been renting for the last 7 years when this one popped up.

I'm already dreaming of tile and furniture and a modern laundry room and a master bath you could live in and oh my god there are so many options. But, given that the house was built in 1862, we've got quite the list of priorities that will come before all of the fun stuff. After a quick tally, I'd say that we'll be able to finish the complete list in about... 25 years. Hence the name of this blog: WIP (Work in Progress) House.

I grew up in a home like this. After my brother moved out when I was 9, I became my father's production assistant, "Grab me that tool/rag/paint/nut/bolt/etc, would ya?" I went to a Habitat for Humanity summer camp in my teens and I was the only one on my crew that knew how to do tongue-in-groove flooring. Or at least I like to remember it that way. ;)

Over the next few weeks, I'm going to be drawing up some floor plans. We won't be doing any knocking down of walls, but it's still helpful to visualize the space. And, figure out where that amazing laundry room will be.