When we first took ownership of our house way back in July I remember being grossed out by how dirty our house was. Things like the greasy residue of years of frying in our kitchen seemed impossibly filthy.
Boy, did I not know what I was in for! Once the demolition crew came through, the plumber ripped apart the old pipes, and the electrician cut dozens of holes in the walls things really got grungy. Then the insulators came and poked about a hundred more holes in the plaster, and added bits of fuzz and foam to the already copious dusty mix.
At this point I thought our house was totally defiled. It was actually kind of depressing to be there, as it seemed so far from any kind of homey habitability. The whole house has been strewn with debris, random bits of moulding or old fixtures, assorted tools, and packing materials for weeks. All this stuff does move around from room to room however, depending on what’s being worked on that day.
Lastly, our friends the plasterers did their thing, and boy, are they messy. Although we now have beautiful clean new walls, pretty much every other surface was spattered with plaster! I’m still not sure how it’s all going to come off.
The 2nd floor bathroom, after they opened up the wall and took out the sink (it’s been living on our porch ever since).
This picture doesn’t fully capture it, but there was a period of long wires strewn all throughout the house, as well as half-busted lamps and fans dangling precariously. Each day we would cringe as Renaldo the electrician and his teenage helpers busted more and more holes in walls and ceilings trying to fish the wires through.
Chaos, dust, random stuff everywhere.
The hole where the toilet waste pipe went. You can see through to the room below.
Will it ever be clean again?
Dusty dusty footprints.
Plaster is EVERYWHERE.
What is the opposite of immaculate?
Wood dust too, and fun things like saw blades scattered about!
Dusty fingers.
This has been the only working toilet in the house for the last 2 1/2 months.
