Day two at Gram’s house brought more sweat, dust, and a whole lot of laughter. We continued tearing out the old carpeting, rolling it up piece by piece to finally let those century-old hardwood floors breathe again. Some of the boards are still shining like they were just polished, while others are showing the wear of a hundred years of footsteps, stories, and family gatherings.
This time, we had extra hands—Aunty Danielle and Cousin Faith came to pitch in. With the four of us working together, we made some progress and even started peeling back some of the wallpaper. (Thank you Danielle and Faith!) Each layer feels like unwrapping a little bit of history. Some sections came off easily, while others reminded us just how much love (and paste!) went into this old home.
By midday, dusty and tired, we all sat down with sandwiches for a well-earned break. Over lunch, my mother-in-law and I found ourselves dreaming out loud about design ideas. We tossed around everything from paint colors to how we want the kitchen to lighting trying to balance modern comfort while still honoring the soul of this house. It was one of those simple moments that felt special: tired hands, full stomachs, and a shared vision for Gram’s home.
There’s still plenty of work ahead, but with each carpet rolled up and each strip of wallpaper pulled down, we’re one step closer to seeing this house’s true character shine through again.
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