This week didn’t bring a lot of big visual changes, but behind the walls, everything is happening.
Electrical, low voltage, plumbing, and HVAC have all been hard at work, quietly doing the kind of jobs that don’t photograph well but make the house actually function.
Siding has been delivered, and the exterior is officially being prepped for install, which feels like a major psychological milestone even if it still looks… unfinished.
Inside, our livable square footage continues to shrink. The mess is spreading. The tarps are multiplying. Taking the dogs outside has reached a new level of difficulty—especially when Sweet Annie mysteriously disappears and needs to be located before every trip out. Moira Rose remains selectively tolerant of the situation.
Figgingsworth the fiddle leaf fig has officially relocated to a new spot and is hanging on bravely. He’s been gifted a felt flag from a friend that reads “I Will Survive,” which feels both supportive and accurate.
The Christmas wrapping paper wall has come down, more furniture has been moved out, and we’re now fully in that phase of renovation where everything feels temporary and nothing is where it belongs.
To add to the fun, we also added a window to an existing upstairs bathroom, which means the mess has now officially traveled into a child’s living space.
It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s uncomfortable. But it means things are moving exactly the way they should.
