My Remodel

If you've been in my house, you would know there's a hole in the ceiling on the way down to the basement. But if you've visited recently, you would know that hole is gone. Gone baby, gone. It only took me three years.

Apparently, the previous owners, tired of the squeaking stairs, had removed the drywall so they could pound in a few shims in an attempt to quiet things. And, they never put it back. When I moved in, I immediately covered the hole with a piece of white paper, something like the shot below. Except, the wall was white and I used a staple gun.

It was a quick fix, but it lasted a little too long.

Here's a couple of shots of it now. My sister bought the fabric in SF's Japan town.

I still have some touch up to do. Hopefully it won't take me another three years. But in the meantime, I'm loving it!!