How we’re tackling the fixer-upper next door
Every morning, when I sit at my dining room table with my first cup of coffee, this is what I see out my window: our fixerupper next door looking pretty nasty right now.
The poor little house is half-dressed in its new wood shingles, surrounded by a sea of mud and accented with a big green dumpster. When we bought it, it was covered with bright blue siding, which was partially camouflaged by the overgrown bushes and weeds.
A dear elderly woman had lived there for years, and the house had gotten away from her. Our plan was to tear it down and build a carriage house on the lot so my husband, Dan, could finally have a garage for the cars. But while we were getting the plans drawn up, my mom’s health took a turn for the worse, and I wanted her nearby. We decided to scrap the teardown and instead, do a quick, low-budget Band-Aid renovation to make it habitable for Mom.
When she passed away, I found I wanted to keep going with redecorating the cottage. I had fallen in love with it, precisely because it was so darn ugly and had almost no redeeming value. I was eager for the challenge of making it into a welcoming gathering place for our family and friends, the perfect tribute to Mom.
But the size and scope of our rehab grew ... and grew ... and grew. To Dan’s horror, we have sunk way more time and money into the house than we could ever hope to recoup. And he still doesn’t have his garage!
The interior of the house is pretty close to being done. I’ve shared photos of our progress in recent blogs (see nellhills.com), spotlighting the bedrooms, the bath and the living area. But the outside is still an eyesore. Soon, though, it won’t be. The wood shingle siding is almost up, and we will eventually paint it white.
We are working with a landscape architect to finalize our plans for the garden and lawn. I am debating between two options; the first is to level the lawn to make room for a small bocce court, or a spot for picnic tables for big outdoor parties.
The second option is to replicate some of the lovely outdoor spaces I saw in France, filling in with fine gravel and accenting with potted plants. I snapped the inspiration photo above when Dan and I were in Normandy not long ago.
No matter which way we go, I am confident of one thing: our big clan is going to make lots of great memories in this quirky little cottage.