Back in late February, right before a certain nefarious virus began altering our way of life, Handsome Husband bought our family a beautiful fixer-upper. A comfortable abode of the same vintage as our partnership (c. 1997, thankyouverymuch), it had great bones but was overdue for some tender loving care.
Husband stepped up to the plate, pouring blood [his], sweat [his], and tears [mine, though mostly from allergies] into another ambitious home renovation. I’ve shared some of his recent projects already, but the following are the lastest, for posterity’s sake.
starting from scratch on the yard 
chemical warfare 
scrapping an old, rusty swingset and remodeling it into a clubhouse for Little Man 
moving a mountain with help from his dad & brother 
these shoes are not actually brown 
the gorgeous new deck that he designed 
two new exterior doors screens replaced/repaired & windows washed refurbished front door AC went out, so we replaced the unit & furnace making the garage more fun he stocked the new garage fridge with fun “essentials” installed the 3rd new toilet for this house– what surely feels like the 300th in his lifetime ditched the girlie frosted glass tulip cup light fixture and mirror just taking out the frosted glass shades & replacing the lightbulbs changed the whole look of this ceiling fan he’s switched out every single light fixture in the new house Little Man likes to help where he can replacing window shades for a cleaner, more modern aesthetic
It’s not that I’m especially lazy with our projects– my role is first designer, then cheerleader, then documentarian. Though I’m almost always behind the camera lens I do lend a hand, and even occasionally break a sweat, but mostly I dream up grand plans and Husband brings them to life while I marvel at his skill and brawn. It’s basically the secret to our success in home improvement– and perhaps marriage in general. We’re an effective team.
