So the history of our 1969 abode is a little vague, but I believe someone with a family built this home. And I believe, back in the day, two children lived in these god-awful shingled bedrooms.
All I can think about is kids and splinters when I look at these walls. Kids and splinters and tears and whining and crying and...pure drama.
It goes without saying that the first thing we did when we got the keys to our house was de-shingle.
And then, Brian spent DAYS drywalling.
Now let me explain. Brian is not a drywaller. Brian is a super-pro UX designer by day, and the World's Best Dad by night. He has never finished walls. But my babies weren't living in shingled bedrooms.
We got a quote for a professional drywalling company to do the work and it was $4,000. We were flat out of cash when we got to the point of moving in, so Dad stepped up. He drywalled after work for what seemed like weeks on end, coming home layered in dried dusty mud. He whined and complained (and I whined and complained about single-parenting two babies at night, after long days at a new job, for weeks on end). Those were tough weeks.
There were times when I wondered if we made a big mistake by taking on a project like this with such young children.
We didn't have money to replace the dated blinds, but my step-mom offered to spray paint them with some magical paint she swears by. (Not a long-term fix, but we still haven't changed them out, and we're still surviving.)
And then we got to the fun part. New carpets. Moving in. Hanging artwork. Things that make a space your space. Your kids' space.
Here is the result.