fifth floor up: Basement Renovation

I had been wanting to renovate our basement since the day we moved in. It was old, ugly, dirty and just plain gross. Leif's answer was always no, it's a basement. Well, I wasn't going to let that fly. I eventually won the battle. We decided to hire a contractor to do the work as Leif did not have time while trying to finish the rest of the house before the baby was born and I was, well, pregnant and couldn't do much of anything anymore.

During my pregnancy commuting, I met a wonderful friend, who I call my bus friend. Her name is Pat and Pat and I had so much in common it was ridiculous. Anyway, we started sitting next to each other when we were on the same bus. They we decided to try to plan on getting the same bus everyday to finally exchanging numbers and informing each other which bus we got on. This happened after my kidney stone incident and Pat didn't see me for three days.

Well, one random day when we were riding the bus I asked her if she had a contractor. She not only knew of one, he turned out to be the best guy and life saver. Literally. I'll get to that part later. So in the middle of July, Tom started on our basement renovation. It was a long and slow process, as always. It was fun to come home and see the updated work everyday. Tom has a dog and she came everyday too!

I think Leif was thankful for not having to finish the basement himself. I literally had a punch list the length of a CVS receipt he was working on. Both guys had a deadline and that deadline was my baby shower. We were having it at our house and as an interior designer, my house was going to be perfect.

I unfortunately forgot to take photos of the basement before however, I do have some after the first week of gutting the place that I would like to share. You get sort of an idea, with that awful blue vinyl tile floor, of what we had to start with.