My husband informs me last night that he's gutting the girl's playroom. This is good and bad. It's good because I hate that room. It's scary because we are a having party at our house in 11 days.
He swears he'll have it done in a week and who am I to hinder progress? Strike while the iron's hot I always say (never). :)
So here are the befores:



The plan is to remove that rock wall and fireplace, raise the ceiling, install recessed lights, make that entire back wall built ins, and change the floors.
Obviously that won't all get done in a week, but he'll have the dry wall back up and the ceiling done.
That way we can move all the toys back in and get them out of here.

The girls were so sweet this morning. Before they left for camp they helped their Dad move all of the stuff out. They are excited.
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