Friday, November 11, 2011
Chalet Shenanigans - Chapter 5
Well, they can have it. We bought the chalet from the original owners, a lovely British couple who built the house in 1994 and lived there year-round. Obviously, they picked out everything from the tile to the layout of the rooms to the carpet in 1994 and were completely content to let it stay that way. . . forever.
Now, when a person from 2011 walks into a house from 1994, they are going to feel cramped. It’s natural. How will I entertain? Where will everybody go? They’re all going to try to cram into the kitchen and the kitchen is only as big as a shoebox! Where am I going to fit my sectional sofa and my cool, industrial coffee table that is approximately the size of Utah? Huh? Where?
We found a construction expert who spoke English. His name was Music. Yes. You heard me. Music. I asked him to spell it because I didn’t believe him. I thought it was possibly some weird French name that I had not yet been acquainted with. No. He was Irish and I guess his mother was partaking of recreational pharmaceuticals back in the day, but whatever. As long as he knew about building with Lincoln Logs, what the heck did I care what his name was? Music was not a bringer of glad tidings. Apparently, because our renovation plans involved ripping out the fireplace wall and the fireplace, we would not be able to start until after Christmas. (Remember, it was October 2nd, three days after we moved in.)