House in Progress Diary

I found your website a few weeks ago, and I can't stop coming back. It fills me with nostalgia. My newly-wed husband and I renovated a "worker's victorian" in the Chicago area close to 20 years ago while I was attending seminary. Just looking at your pictures makes me smell bashed plaster and paint stripper. And thinking about scraping linoleum goo makes me think of the Democratic Convention, which was all that was on radio and TV the week we attacked our kitchen floor. We too had "treasures" - not as much as you, but there is still a disembodied Barbie Head that we pass back and forth with friends. That's one difference from your story - we shared the house and the work with another couple, who are now friends for life. Even your habit of picking at the house is sooooo familiar. It's like solving a mystery. Anyway, thanks for the memories. Old houses, like the lead paint they shed, will never leave your blood! (But eventually, you can afford the houses that need less work)