From the beginning of the renovation… Feb. 2013,
I took the morning train to Paris,
to look and measure the apartment.
When I arrived with excitement and a runaway sense of thrill, I was soon
greeted by reality:
"Oh la la," said in the typical downbeat French way.
The apartment needs more than TLC, it needs a ball and chain.
The walls have been spray painted silver, gold and green.
I don't know why.
I wrote down everything that we needed to do:
Heat
Water
Electricity
Floor
Kitchen
Bathroom…
Two miles later, I was still penning.
The bedroom.
Can a bed actually fit in here?
Chelsea reassured that it could. She said, "Mom my studio is a closet. If a bed can fit in my studio twin beds can fit in this room."
I made a mental note: Anything is possible when you are a student living in 100 square feet.
Wall to wall bed.
When I saw the bathroom I knew the meaning of the expression an armpit.
Poubelle is such a pretty sounding word in French, it means, "Garbage."
This bathroom needs a whole lotta love.
A whole lotta everything.
Don't I look thrilled?
I had to think, rethink, and think again, and gulp.
Chelsea added, "If you can make this look like something, than you can make anything look beautiful."
"This is a fun creative challenge!" is what I keep telling myself.
A teacup kitchen.
The crew is going to love my list.
It is going to start with,
"Gut it."
And so it began.
Months later, and nearly three weeks into the project I can happily report, it is starting to look like something! I have Chirstmass music! singing in my head. I don't know why!
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