I move into a house and I correct things. Things that any normal person would leave be. At least for the first year. Or a lifetime. Whichever suits.
But no. I do things in such swirl of urgency that I run myself ragged. And I lose perspective on what is important and what is not. So, even in the midst of countertops and master bath gut renos and new roofs and broken dishwashers, I decide the basement needs a refresh.
The basement, people. A place no soul not related to me or paid by me to service some sort of heating or cooling appliance will ever see. This, once and for all, should quell any suspicions you may have about me doing all this to please anyone but myself. No one will even see my basement. And yet, I painted the stairs and the walls and ceiling around the stairs. And I am not done yet. I will paint the risers and the handrail and, oh yes, I will vacuum down there. I've done it before and I will do it again.
Anyway - here, just so someone see it, is my gloriously clean and fresh basement stairway.
I have no "before" pictures because, really, who takes pictures of the basement?!? Oh wait, I have this one, blurry, of the risers. Based on their condition you can imagine the "before" it was like that on all surfaces. Filthy.
Oh, and you might notice up there that I also put a cat door in...The cats have basement access in this house. The last basement was far too dirty and crumbly to ever think about putting the cat boxes down there (plus we had a mudroom). The cats would sometimes sneak down there, though, and come upstairs covered in pink insulation bits and cobwebs. It was not cool.
But, who doesn't like pictures of cats?
Ok, this has all clearly taken a turn for the worse. Tomorrow we return to your regularly scheduled home improvement nonsense.