On February 1, 2010, I shared my pictures of my house, stating it had great bones, but it was time for a face lift. It was sad watching the demolition team come in and gut the place where my children had spent their formative years. But it was time, and when the process started, I observed how much it was like the blank page of a manuscript. My contractor is also a designer and I gave him pictures of what I liked, and he and his creative process took it from there.
I think from the very start, he saw the end result in his head. He took it from the germ of an idea, to the rough draft, a few rough edges and even a sagging middle. When something didn't work, just like I do when I have to scrap a scene or a chapter, he went back to the drawing board. And today when he completed his project, he wore a tired but accomplished smile on his face. I think he and his muse did an amazing job. Without further ado, here are the before and after pictures.