I can't tell you...

how many times I've started a post that has not come to fruition this past year.

It's been truly frustrating, as I've had some wonderful adventures, but this particular project has

overwhelmed me...

and

I'm forging ahead with this post….also started many times

Before I get swept away again.

A year has passed since I bought this homely* townhouse

*(most houses are little brown boxes in Albuquerque and this one is no exception)

and embarked upon a top to bottom renovation that involved much more work than I bargained for.

As this little house seemed OK for my purpose,

(small, easy to care for, in a safe, quiet neighborhood, and near my tree….)

my eye went to every crack, dirty nick and bit of dust that bore witness to the last 22 years of tenants

and their (hideous to me) paint colors hidden under crusty switch plates ….

So I set out to change out every part of this house that brought me any measure of unease

and that meant among other things

turning a bedroom closet door around

 so it swung into the room instead of into the closet

and

changing other closet doors

so they became double 'swing into the room' doors

instead of the heavy sliding doors they were.

I tore out the old built in closet systems and replaced them with

new ones

(using the 'not so' easyclosets.com system)

I had a new glass door installed to replace a solid door in my little attached garage to let in light and changed out the garage door for a new insulated model.  With the help of my wonderful retired electrician (Ray) we installed a garage heater and a string of new outlets in addition to moving the ceiling fan from the living room to the garage.
All that in anticipation of turning the garage into a studio.
(pics to come as that project moves forward.)

I changed out every hinge and door latch

 on every door from painted over brass hinges to

 new 'aged bronze' models

and with Ray's help, we changed out all of the electrical outlets and switches and old cheap builder's grade mismatched light fixtures to new ones.
We also recreated a new lighting system for the kitchen and added outlets where there were none.

I re-worked the cabinets in the bathroom with stain, and some in the laundry area with paint and painted the entire house inside and out walls and molding and doors.
(Suddenly Angels appeared to paint the outside….otherwise that would not have happened!)

 I took down the existing upper cabinets in the kitchen (and light fixtures!)

(note the only light in the kitchen is the fluorescent  fixture hanging from the ceiling)

had the upper cabinets replaced with new (stock unfinished) ones that reached higher to the ceiling

(Thank you Jeff for your expert installation.) 

and I painted all of them and the existing cabinets and doors.

Of course I'm sparing you of the interim photos!

before
after

OK, no I'm not. 

This was an amazingly difficult job, due to the many issues that cropped up due to the various conditions of the cabinets to be painted.

 I also added cabinets to the two bathrooms and finished them with stain and paint.

Of course they all got

New Knobs!
(and hinges and glides)

AND

 I figured out how to install under cabinet lighting in the kitchen with new fangled LED lighting.

Then as I realized I still did not have enough storage, I bought some
inexpensive oak cabinets on line

 and refinished them

then had them installed……

with a configuration like this in mind….

(and not the $2,100 price tag Home Depot quoted me!)

Next I had the existing powder room sink cabinet refinished because I ran out of steam.

And most recently, I decided to replace the front storm door and when I took the old one down,

I realized the paint was peeling from the door frame……

and had to remove that with a heat gun and prime and paint it….and while I was there I repaired,

primed and painted the porch ceiling.

I installed a new front door lockset and house numbers...

Oh, and I always forget, I had all the windows replaced with new ones.

and replaced most of the window blinds

with new ones...

and then there was that new swamp cooler I got because pigeons were nesting in the old one.

and that list goes on and on…..

I have more to do of course, a patio and block wall, new landscaping….and want to spiff up the studio/garage floor, install the vanity countertop, and have a new railing made for the stairway….

but right now

I'm busy moving my studio again….

and unpacking boxes I've had in storage for three years

aaarrrrrruuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh……

How many times can I do that?

yes….

I can't tell you

how many times…

but the one thing I want to say throughout this renovation, that I did it pretty much myself….

for reasons of thrift and convenience

and

because most times calling in help does not satisfy when one knows one can do the work

at least as well and many times better

than the 'guys' she's been conditioned to rely on…

Yes, the one thing I wanted to say, was that I never really felt like I 'knew' what I was doing

or up against

until I got into it.

Like flipping the door around.

I was sure the $50 an hour handyman 'guy' I consulted could grasp that concept and all he did was complain & say how much simpler it would be to buy a new door in a frame (and discard the old perfectly good one!?)

So what happened throughout this renovation, was that I put my face into each project, took one step at a time, weighed my options, did the research, drew on my past experience, complained a bit,

coveted my tools,

and my support system

and trusted

that

I could do this.

And when all else failed, some miracle happened, and I lost track of all time and space, and was guided to the finish.

There were times I was sure I couldn't complete a task……and suddenly the solution appeared….my brain functioned, or a heavy cabinet became not so heavy.

 I feel so blessed to have had the time, the means and the opportunity to carve out this little space for myself and thank those parts of me that kept the faith that we (my guides and me)
could make this work.

Same little brown box
a work in progress.

re-novating….

"Look ahead.

You are not expected to complete the task.

Neither are you permitted to lay it down. "

~ from the Talmud

 inspired by calm things ...

recover...

verb1  recuperate, get better, convalesce, regain one's strength, get stronger, get back on one's feet; be on the mend, be on the road to recovery, pick up, rally, respond to treatment, improve, heal,pull through, bounce back. ANTONYMS deteriorate.2  rally, improve, pick up, make a recovery, rebound,bounce back.3  the stolen material has been recovered: retrieve, regain (possession of), get back,recoup, reclaim, repossess, redeem, recuperate, find (again), track down.ANTONYMS lose.4  salvage, save, rescue, retrieve.PHRASESrecover oneself : pull oneself together, regain one's composure, regain one's self-control;informal get a grip (on oneself).

So from that problematic week, I have…..recovered in all ways above.
My new swamp cooler has been installed and it is working beautifully (improve). I called the telephone number on the bookcase assembly instructions and spoke to an amazingly helpful man who fed-exed the missing parts to me 'no problem' (rally).
I became my own handy-woman and clad my cabinets and cut down my cherrywood bed legs 3/4" to accommodate the height of the ceiling fan and should have made a Youtube video of that!…(salvage)
I hired an eccentric landscape architect to feed me some ideas for my back fence problem. OK, that one is still an issue…(bounce back)
and I became a sleuth and recovered my iPad (retrieve). None of it was simple, or quick, nor the stories complete. 
*Note to all you iPad users…….make sure you install 'find my iPad' and use a code to lock it.  I was advised by some great Apple techs on how not to proceed…..that is 'do not wipe the iPad' and do not take it off your account.  It is virtually useless to anyone if it is locked, and/or they cannot wipe it free from the cloud (whatever that means.)  This advice was from the Pawn Broker at Valley Pawn which was the first stop for my thief.  I finally found my iPad at the corner gas station, where a second Mr. Uptonogood, had it under the counter.  He presented it after I said, "I lost it and it's here."   Another piece of advice the Apple tech gave me…to say that, instead of  "It's stolen, give it back".And that Mr. Uptonogood was able to wipe it clean of my pictures, my emails, and my address book.  Happily most of it 'recoverable'. 
At least he was nice enough to change the language back from Arabic to English for me.
Don't even ask what the police did to help me recover it. I had to recover from that too.
So, Yes. I have recovered (pulled myself together).
Now I'm off to the coolness of the north to visit my grand pup-lets. The set of three. 
to (recuperate).
Thank you for your kind words and support.