Robert and I have been living together in LA for about four years now. It’s difficult to find anything here besides a crappy apartment because real estate is so expensive. It kills me because I’m an interior designer and there is only so much you can do when you’re not allowed to do anything. We painted our walls but technically we weren’t even supposed to do that.
We’ve always daydreamed about having our very own house, maybe even one with enough room for a bar-b-que (could you imagine!!) but it actually became a serious topic of conversation a couple of months ago when my parents, a real estate agent and a general contractor, mentioned that they might want to invest in something. Why not? The market is down, Obama is giving tax credits and the cats are growing up and need their own bedrooms now. We started looking just to see what was out there and found an area we really liked so we started working with a local agent. Two months later we found the perfect place, put in an offer and got it! Still can’t believe it’s true.
My dad rented a trailer, packed up his warehouse full of tools and headed west. We started work before we even got the keys and haven’t stopped yet. Our plan is to turn our little fixer into the sweet bungalow that it once was. Remove any trace of the 80′s remodel that shamed it for so many years (including the mauve bathroom) and update it with a modern yet historically reminiscent aesthetic. If our house were a person it would be…well we’ll see