Progress is inevitable. We are part of a society that has a never ending quest for better ways and improved lives. As progress marches on, we gain and we lose.
Change happens for a variety of reasons. For me, I have always wanted to own an old Victorian home. It truly isn’t practical for a single, adult woman to occupy 4500 square feet by herself, so I find myself on the verge of renovating a 1500 square foot 3rd floor space into an 2 bedroom, 1 bath loft apartment.
Construction is everything that it is said to be and then some. Demolition is loud, messy, nerve-wracking and exciting all at the same time. It is sad to see the vintage plaster and lathe removed to expose the skeleton of the house.
However, the discovery of cream city brick chimneys are gems to be treasured and preserved.
I anticipate many surprises, both good and bad as the project progresses. My reward is watching the evolution of a house and being a part of preserving a history that will last for many years to come.
Call Me Old Fashioned 