Monday, September 12, 2011
I can feel it
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Show Low Project - Before and .....
My sunny childhood took place just down the street from this house. I rode my bike down this dirt road. I hid in it's dark places during summertime capture the flag marathons. I later would speed by this house in my Toyota truck - late for 1st hour english or work at Dairy Queen. This house very quickly became near and dear and FULL of potential.
You may remember Jace leaving my side and closing the deal on this day. My newborn baby is now 5 months old. Mikael and the house have grown and changed so much.
Well, the after picture you ask?
Follow me here.
My new blog will feature all the before and after pictures of the Show Low house, future houses, and maybe a few oldies. We will talk houses, paint colors, Jace's good ideas, Lindsay's better ideas, and it will not require an invitation...so spread the good word.
You now have a front row seat to the tears, the sweat, the swear words, and the work that we call our
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
What I learned in Realtor school
Back when Jace and I were very first married I took a job at a little place called Homestore. I worked as technical support in a department called Realtor.com. Here I took calls from realtors all over the U.S. They would call to complain about how slow their computer was. Or call to tell me that their listing on 5th Street was actually a 3 bedroom home and not a rental in the trailer park down the street. I would kindly explain to them that all the information was information they submitted - if your listing is wrong on Realtor.com, then go fix it in the MLS.Then I would go throw up in the toilet.
Not because I thought Realtors were very unsmart because I did but because I was pregnant with a little miss Macy. But ya....It was here that I started developing ideas about Realtors.
I thought that there must be a place somewhere where they hand out real estate licenses, for any taker to take.
So, when Jace suggested last spring during the sale of our Chandler barn-home that I should save us some future $ and go to Realtor school, I thought sure, why not? I signed my 5 month pregnant self up for the 2 week course.
And? Did I meet unsmart Realtors and future unsmart Realtors there? Yep. Sure did.
But as I walked the streets of downtown Scottdale on my breaks I had to admit that Realtor school was tough. Really tough. 90 hours of law school/language trickery/boredom. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't done any schooling for 9 years. Or maybe all the blood that should have been going to my brain was instead nourishing my unborn fetus but regardless I was nervous and quickly changing my mind about Realtors. That was a TON of information to memorize in a two week period.
My exam was scheduled on the same day as our closing date. That is the day you have to pack up your house and drive away (for all you who did not attend Realtor school). Nothing like a little pressure for little Lindz. I was cussing Jace and all his great ideas.
But I passed! On the first try. Jace patted my back and told me he wasn't nervous for a minute. And if my embarrassed memory serves me right, I think I texted my scores to everyone in my phone. I was ready to sell some real estate people.
So what did I learn in Realtor school, you ask?
Not a clue. Don't remember.
p.s. The home for sale in the above photo? You are going to la la love it. I want to move into it. But Jace wishes someone else would. Come back for some amazing before and afters. She's a beauty.
Friday, November 19, 2010
The House Tour Continues. Follow me this way......

This space has officially become the mudroom as well. Jackets, purses, backpacks, shoes, and dirty clothes all come off here. One family sized dirty clothes basket on wheels resides here.

I hope shelves will eventually adorn the back wall and my iron will stop wiggling to the front and hopping to the floor every time I wash a large load.

Our children were horrified that their parents would buy a house that had writing all over the walls. You'd think they'd have a little more faith than that. This ain't their first remodeling rodeo.

Artwork on the walls is coming soon. A lot of my walls are what some would call "bare." It takes me a while. I really only buy and/or hang things that I LOVE. And what I love is "Junk". The more unique the better. And they don't sell that at the local Wal-Mart.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Even though you've probably already driven by....

(as you can see most of the before pictures were taken after a lot of demo. sorry about that. blame it on the heat. and the pregnancy.)

Thursday, June 25, 2009
The big reveal. Before and after.

The block walls were wavy. The siding rotted. The balcony - dangerous. 
The windows would have to be replaced. Along with the doors. And the trusses. And the rest of the house.

But the lot was great. I knew an acre of irrigated green grass and trees in the middle of the desert was priceless. The neighborhood looked and felt a lot like Taylor, Arizona.
Home.

So although it was not love at first sight. I knew. Jace was capable. I had a vision. That proved to be enough.
Three months,
One 5th wheel trailer home,
Buckets of sweat and tears,
A million cuss words later,
(and not to mention a couple of these - $)

She is all spiffed up.

We broke up the tall rectangular shape with bat and board on top and stone on the bottom.

The barren, gray trees that we purchased last February are now full of life and green.

The front porch posts are just a few of the things we left original to the house. They are now stained and embellished.

Our back porch. Metal rusted beams are original. The white siding around front and back doors is where the original barn doors existed.

Before picture of front room, dining room, and kitchen. The tall sheet-rocked pillar at the end of the kitchen island was framed around an original barn beam. One was also hiding in the gray wall across the hall. The house has 3 sets of these beams holding up a metal, iron eye beam that runs the length of the house, in between the 1st and 2nd stories. Anther reason we felt good about our purchase. The house and foundation are rock solid.
After picture of old dining room and kitchen. We turned the old dining room space into a Mormon size pantry. The concrete floors are original - flawed - newly stained- and AWESOME.

The once concealed barn beams are now center stage and framed in. Should I paint them? Stain them? The new dining room and office that sits just behind it used to be a large bedroom.
The office is small. Centrally located. With a closet.

The previous owners loved to experiment with paint colors. Jace just thinks they were blind. At the top of these stairs was an old kitchen. The original owners built an apartment on top of the original barn and lived in it. While living in it, they converted the downstairs barn into a house. The result was 2 kitchens, 2 master bedrooms, 2 family rooms, ect.

After picture of the old upstairs kitchen. Now a wet bar for the large family room.

After picture of the once gray and fluorescent orange stair walls.

Before picture of the upstairs master bathroom.

After picture. The once pink bathroom is now the boys bathroom.

Tub turned boy's shower.
Before picture of upstairs master bedroom. Before we rolled the new trusses, the upstairs ceiling were just 7 feet tall. A little low for my tall Jace and for re-sale. All the bedrooms have walk-in closets.

After picture. The blue diamond walls are now white (surprised?), lined with the boy's toys and beds. The entire upstairs ceiling is now raised and vaulted.

Before picture of another darkly painted upstairs bedroom.
After. Macy was worried it would never look like a girl's room.

Macy's bathroom before.
And after. I was feeling the color white thru out the entire house. Jace quit asking about color, cabinet, and fixture choices. He knew the answer would be white. I wanted everything clean, open and bright.
Before picture of downstairs bathroom/laundry room.

After picture. We split the above pictured room into a laundry/powder bath and master bathroom.

After picture of master bathroom. Jace picked out all plumbing fixtures. On his own.

Our new master shower.
We call it our baptismal font.
I can now check this post off my to-do list. Our hard work is now documented.
Our house is feeling more and more like home everyday. We are so grateful for this house and the opportunity we have here. While the major construction has come to an end, we have lists and lists of non-major things to construct.....but who doesn't? That is part of the beauty of home ownership (and life). Construct. Tear down. Rebuild. Add on. Improve.
We are now taking your bets.
How long will Jace let me live in this one?




























