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Wednesday Works: A Before and After

We've been living in our house for over two months now, and I realized that I haven't shared many before/after pictures since we moved in, so I thought I'd give you a peek at the living room today.

Before, the walls were a color that I don't know the name of, but imagine it is something like "gruel gray." Although the entry had wooden floors which extended into the kitchen, the living room was carpeted. Overhead lighting consisted of just two little recessed lights. On the plus side, the room had a window seat and another big window.

Photo: A view of the living room from the stairs
We painted (more accurately, we hired someone to paint) the living room a pretty blue (Skydiving), had the carpet removed and hardwood flooring installed, had new baseboards put in, and had a overhead light fixture added. 

Photo: The window seat area of the living room, after the walls had been painted, and hardwood floors and baseboards installed
Photo: The newly-installed light fixture in the living room
The finishing touches consist of furniture, plants, and, of course, Drexel.

Photo: Drexel poses on the rug in front of a brown loveseat, which is set under a big window. On the right side of the photo is a china hutch, and on the left side, a window seat. 
It's been a long journey from purchase to move-in, and (as is always the case with home ownership) there are still more projects to do, but we are settling in and the house feels like home. 

I'm thankful.


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  1. Very nice! The hardwood floor and the change in paint color make the area more inviting.

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    1. Thank you. It's funny, but once we put color on some of the walls and painted the trim white, the gray color suddenly became more attractive, too.

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