QUOTE(sin city @ Mar 31 2006, 10:22 PM) [snapback]54004[/snapback]
built in 1939- brick cape cod on a big lot.
What a coinzidenza; I also live in a 1939 brick cape cod. The year Hitler invaded Poland was a pretty good year for both houses and blitzkriegs, cuz mine is rather well-built, especially when I compare it to these god-awful MacMansions that are, god bless um, the mainstay of my painting business these days, with their peeling drywall tape and ego-fueled, natural gas-guzzling cathedral entry foyers, ten-car garage, and 5,000 square feet per occupant.
Hope your marriage is on solid ground, cuz I often refer to the major remodel as the " Doorman to Divorce Court". It can be very stressful, although I have sometimes seen the opposite effect, as a distant couple gets closer as they unite for the first time in years against the common enemy, a.k.a The Contractor.
Also, the man who does his own painting has a fool for a client. Don't forget that the first paint job on new work is going to set the standard for all the future jobs, or, as I have often wanted to tell a client, " You can't polish a turd." People often discount the importance of the paint job, because it's something they can do themselves ( poorly), and will cheap-out on a relative paltry additional expense after shelling out tens of thousands to methed-out carpenters, plumbers, general contractors and other parasites without batting an eye. Or maybe you are that one in a hundred guy that can do it without fucking it up.
I'm not trying to drum up business; I got plenty-- but think about it.
And congratulations. I could use a little more room myself, or, as Sun-Ra would say, " Space is the place for the human race."