My handyman’s handiwork

Buying a foreclosure has been very eye-opening for us, everything from negotiating with a bank (Grrr…) to discovering the hidden treasures (i.e., problems) left over from the previous owners. For example, there are light switch covers on every light switch, but there are no screws attaching the light switch covers to the wall. There is some sort of magnetism keeping them in place, as long as you don’t haphazardly flip on the light switch and send the unattached cover flying across the room.

But I digress.

The closets in the master bedroom were empty. By empty I mean there were no shelves, no hanging bars, nothing on which to place our clothes. The closets consisted of walls and carpet. Instead of buying the crappy wire stuff or forking over big bucks for particle board units, my handsome handyman got to work. He designed and constructed a built-in for each of our closets. (That’s right – separate closets!)

Here he is at work in mine:

They aren’t completely done but they are done for this week. Our clothes needed putting away so we could manage ourselves around the bed and bathroom, so we’ve saved the trim work and painting for another weekend. I am so impressed and pleased.

Other tidbits about our foreclosed house include randomly placed rebar sticking out of the ground, a kicked-in bathroom door, and cigarette burns on the kitchen countertops. Plus, a young man named Willie was well-loved by someone who used to live here. I’ve got proof:

These little love notes are written all over the place, some more well-hidden than others. We are gradually painting over them.

Despite it all, I love this place. LOVE it. It just oozes potential. Today I’ll start painting the two-toned green kitchen. The faux Grecian linoleum will have to stay a little longer.

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