Honey I'm doing a "Weekend Makeover" just for you!

I have to give props to the Hubby for pulling this one off, even though the weekend makeover turned into three blessed months. This turned out to be the least hideous and least expensive of all the "Home Makeovers" but it was the messiest. Construction in an old home = lead paint everywhere. It reminds me of the scene in Tommy Boy when Tommy's brother asks him if he ate paint chips as a child because he is so dang clueless. I think some of the cluelessness has rubbed off on all off us; it seems that nothing about this house shocks me any more. Or maybe that's just apathy?