|Viteriville Horror (Get it? Like Amityville Horror.)|
I bought this house about three and half years ago. Ever since I saw the movie Father of the Bride with Steve Martin and Diane Keaton, I wanted a Center Hall Colonial. I also had sugarplum visions I would be living in a completely renovated stunningly beautiful designed home with lavish cocktail parties and family BBQ's in the backyard. Well it looks like I will be living on public assistance and possibly a For Sale sign on the front lawn as there is no sign of this home ever getting done.
|Father of the Bride (The Movie that started it all.)|
|The Money Pit (The movie I am living today.)|
Now I get every homeowner who purchases a fixer upper complains how it is a never ending story to complete a home renovation, but this is not my first rodeo. In the past I purchased few homes, renovated them and flipped them to great success. This purchase was different. The cards dealt to me changed. I had two children, two elderly parents and at the time my dream job working for a designer in Westchester. These cards told me I have to settle down and no longer think investment property, but find a place to call home.
|You can't change your stripes.|
So that is why I purchased this beast. I was strategic when I purchase this house. I actually waited for the housing market crash so I could afford a 4000sqft house on a 66X100 lot in a suburb just 25 minutes from New York City. This may sound small to some, but to live in the five boroughs with this lot size it like owning Central Park itself. (New York is one of the most expensive markets to live in.) Now the wrench I did not plan to get hit with was that my dream job was re-placed with a real dream job when I started my own company, both my parent's health deteriorated so quickly that my renovation cash went to assist them and then the house turned on us by breaking down in every area you can image. From plugging in a coffee maker that blowout half the house to a washing machine that flooded the entire basement when I wasn't even doing laundry.
So where do I stand today? The years past so fast that my five year plan to complete the home went "Poof" gone. I put my mother in a nursing home near me that makes me cry every night as I wish she was living with me. My dad will be following suit soon. Both my children sleep in the same room as I went hammer happy in my son's room during a nervous breakdown. I proceeded to teared down the walls as I hated looking at the wood paneling walls this poor child had to sleep with. Now my husband and I are looking at the house deciding what is the new game plan?
|One of my favorite shows on Bravo TV.|
My husband loves the house and has the patience of a saint to live in it for five years to save and then start the renovation project again. My world revolves around the interior design community. My world is surrounded by attending ridiculously styled Show Houses, working with some of the best designers that have homes published in magazines and my patience of a two year old with ice cream sitting on a table in front of her. I either give the house to the boys on Million Dollar Listing to sell or it's time to face facts and take out a loan. I want to be happy now.
|My friends get me to send this after venting on social media.|
What is the magic number? That is our brick wall. When my husband and I start to talk about it you hear the Rocky theme song start to play and the famous boxing announcer say..."LET'S GET READY TO RUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLE!" The jabs start coming from both sides. My husband hits me with I am part of an industry that budgets room renovations at the price of what we purchase the house for. I hit back with his unrealistic budget for an entire house renovation is at the purchased of his first car. It is coming to the point where every conversation we have on the loan amount will require a mediator, security and a manilla folder with divorce papers in it.
|Art via the late painter, Thomas Kinkade.|
When will we have our dream house picture completed? This movie is still in progress, but it does get played out on social media. I must admit, it's nice to see the funny comments and support I get. I know I am not alone. Some of us have been here, done that and got the T-shirt for memories. I guess since I rarely share something personal on this blog, I thought it would be time to use it every once in a while for my mental health. God knows what room I would attack next in my fedora hat, silk shirt and bare feet!
Note: This post was meant for venting purposes only as I honestly feel I am on the brink of suffering a nervous breakdown. I promise to get back to writing about providing practical solutions for interior designers and the amazing experiences I have in this incredible design industry. Please feel free to comment about your related experiences on your renovation woes. I bet it's cheaper this way then paying for a therapist or bar bill. Thanks for reading.