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8 weeks post demo.

I haven’t been slacking on updates because I’m totally sucking, but we are still at that place where pictures aren’t fun because the changes are subtle. “Oooooh, look at those beautiful cable cords!”

No. But there are some minor updates I can finally post. Never thought I’d be excited about the words “insulation” or “drywall”. Ooooh, insulation! Like cotton candy for the walls.

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And the stone out front is done, finally coming together!

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I’m looking forward to the day there’s no giant dumpster and a porta-toilet out front so I can take better pictures of the front! The house will painted soon, but the deck has been a nightmare and had to be ripped off and redone. I’m dying to move past this part, and start picking out the fun stuff.


9 weeks post demo.

houseshinglesNine weeks ago I almost vomited on the street when I saw the entire house knocked to the ground. Today I actually enjoy driving over there to see the progress.

It’s incredibly strange to see this “new” house transformed, because we didn’t intend on a full demo, people probably drive by and think it just IMG_0741got a face lift.

Or maybe not….

Crazy. I really love that we are staying with the “Tega Cay” look, minus the whole “Polynesian” thing. Unless I find some really great yard ornament to tie it all in. Like a tiki bar on the dock, maybe.

As excited as I get to take pictures of the interior transformation, it just looks like space and sticks. Walls won’t be put up for another few weeks, but here are a few pictures from this week:

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A Groin vault was added at the door. The house was previously a box with 8 ft ceilings throughout the up and downstairs. Now, the new mudroom, kitchen, bathrooms, Shaye’s room and the dining (which will be coffered) are 9, the rest have vaulted ceilings.

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No more climbing a tunnel, the rod iron railing won’t box in the narrow stairs.

There are no walls on the first floor, no more rat maze–from family room to kitchen, from kitchen to family room.

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The lanai door (wait, is that polynesian??) and beadboard ceilings are so purrtee.

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houseshingles2 and the hardiplank/shake shingle, I love New England style homes, and this is going to be painted “Alpaca”. Because Alpaca sounds fancier than grayish white. Next week the stone goes up in the front, until then, I will leave you with the soothing view of this, while imagining my ever growing pile of bills. Enjoy.

ps- can someone PLEASE come buy my BAX house?? Or send me a statue of St. Joseph, that would be mighty nice, too….


(notice the water is blueish instead of poo-ish today….)


The upstairs wasn’t worse, but it wasn’t better.

So now it’s time to head upstairs…the window lets in light, but you can’t look out of it.




At the top of the stairs it was plate glassed off and the bi-fold door is very beachy.


This is my favorite room in the house, and I’ll explain why. See the toilet and the pony wall? The first time I came in the house I stared at it long and hard. I couldn’t figure out the set up. I get having a pony wall for privacy and mounting the toilet paper holder, but the location was SO odd.


Hmm- there’s nothing on the other side of it. Why on earth would you have a half wall and an empty space? Sit down on the toilet.

OH! Super smart, now the cars driving by can’t see you on the shitter! So now:



Below is bedroom 1:


Bedroom 2 is in the front of the house, it has a tiny window that doesn’t even meet code to be considered a bedroom. Between that window, the wall of mirrors (a mirrored bedroom? Pervs) and the mallard duck wallpaper, I was really torn up about changing anything in here.



Bedroom 3 & 4:





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It kind of reminds me of a rotting corpse when I look at this mess….



Change is coming to Stepford.

We’re leaving it.

I’m not good at conforming. I’m not like other people. Fitting in is never my goal, I’m just myself. I can’t put on a face and pretend. Living in Baxter has always been awkward for me (hello, I started a blog called Stepfordlife in 2006) but it has been especially difficult since I opened the store. “Don’t shit where you eat.”

I’ve pretty much gone into hiding from BAX activities and people because hiding is comfortable. This suburban neighborhood is filled with perfect rows of cookie cutter tract houses, nice cars, smiling faces, and gifted children. I’m not going to make fun of it, people think it’s fantastic and they love it. It’s just not for me. I tried to make it work but I get bored. And frankly, I’m bored. My business isn’t supported by the neighborhood for the most part, as a matter of a fact, it’s a major source of contention. I don’t have the time nor the patience for bullshit.

We’re moving one town over to Tega Cay -it’s Polynesian for “beautiful peninsula”. It began as a vacation retreat town in the 70′s so as you can imagine, it’s incredibly eclectic. When you drive down the street, you’ll pass round houses, pagodas, McMansions, and cottages. Yards might have pristine landscaping, no landscaping, a statue of a giant Buddha, or a kegerator built on the front porch.

We looked at probably 20 houses, and then we saw this.

Unfortunately, it also comes with this.

You might not think it’s that bad, but it is. Don’t worry, the pictures of the interior will be coming- as well as the duck wallpaper, pony walls, mirrored doors and a shower stall in the garage. I will be sharing all of the amazing views inside of this glorious piece of 1970s history while documenting the renovations as we go.

I’m upping my antidepressants, looking for another job to help pay for this monstrous undertaking, and will most definitely post the crazy while molesting pinterest, begging for advice from my friends, and tweet stalking Jeff Lewis. God knows I need all of the help I can get.

My only hope is that I don’t end up on an episode of Snapped.

But the kids and the dog are excited. And so am I. Bob and I grew up on an island, and the house I grew up in was on the Niagara River. While it’s certainly no great lake like Erie or Ontario where I grew up, Lake Wylie will do just fine.