The baseboard was also the fake oak, a hideous and unwelcome homage to the 70’s.
The walls featured a paint color that can only be compared to painter’s tape blue and a dingy yellow, separated by brown faux-oak chair rail. It was a particular joy to remodel the room that was to be the nursery. With the help of a powerful nesting instinct and some adrenalin, my husband and I worked feverishly to remove old baseboard and casing, scrape yellowed popcorn ceilings, rip out the pet-clawed parquet floor, install new fixtures and update paint.
I walked through our newly-purchased fixer-upper with a round belly and stars in my eyes: I could just see the potential of the home, the beauty of its bones. We bought our first home just months shy of expecting our first child.
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