When our new place was built in 1965 they really knew their stuff, but ever since then everything that has happened to the house has been, well, weird. Apart from the obvious (a shower off the kitchen) we've been finding lots of evidence of what I can only describe as quality workmanship. When pulling out the walls in the master bath we found Coffee Time coffee cups and bits of drywall and wood shoved into the walls - was it for insullation? Nice, but nothing compared to the delightful mess that was awaiting us in the basement.
Previous owners, the ones who had the brainwave to brick up the garage door, also did lots of other 'smart' renos in the rest of the downstairs. We had no choice, all the drywall had to come down so we can re-route services up to the second floor, but boy, did we have a suprise or three. A dropped ceiling suspended from hundreds of bits of old wood - including a chair leg - hid a spiders web of wiring so spookily bad that our contractors, Cera Stone, said it was sheer luck that no-one had been electrocuted. Then the wall came down. Behind it we found more 'insullation' in the form of garbage, part of an old fence and a few plumbing parts from a toilet. All lovely of course, but one day soon this will be quite the fab laundry room. Take a look here to catch up with the story so far on The House Project.
