What people don't seem to realize is that we've both been doing this for a very, very long time. How long?
A long time. Yep, that's me, painting what would become my bedroom in my parents' house in Tyler, WA. It was the original homestead of a large cattle ranch, and it was smack in the middle of a whole lot of pastures. And a whole lot of cows. There was a barn, and several outbuildings, and the house (yes, believe it or not, I grew up on a farm -- I can milk a cow, too). My parents bought the house and totally renovated it -- taking a couple of short breaks to get married (in their work clothes, at the courthouse) and to have me (not wearing many clothes at all, in the hospital).For the record, the bedroom turned out quite nicely.
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Ah, another second-generation renovator! I, too, grew up with my own nail apron:)
Well, in my case, third - my grandparents gave the bug to my mom in the 1950's when they bought and restored a Queen Anne.
It's kind of hard to explain that to people who come from non-renovating families, isn't it.
My grandfather was an electrician. It all comes down through the family. People who didn't grow up with sawdust in the bathtub and grout in the sink just don't get it! :)
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