And so our journey began:
After I found the beach house in August ( Lucky Enough Posting) and before we purchased it in October, a hurricane hit the coast. In fact, our original closing date was on the day of the hurricane. As we “hunkered down” we wondered if the old beach house would make it through.
The day after all the destruction, we were watching the news and a reporter was flying over areas that had been hit. Believe it or not, the helicopter hovered over our little house. We were sitting in front of a TV looking at it. It had made it!
Soon after we finally got the deal done we learned from our insurance company that the siding must be replaced because of hurricane damage. This was not an expense we had planned on right at the get go. We also discovered that roaches had set up an entire community inside the house….yeah, as awful as you think. We fought many battles, but finally won that war. Imagine Armageddon involving dirty bombs, with biological and guerrilla warfare.
The following pictures show some of the exterior transformation of “the shack” as we fondly call it. It took 12 hour days for 7 days, our son, and friends we convinced to help us with promises of time on the beach (yeah right), and we did it. Now I am not much for manual labor, but I do have a gift…..cooking. I was in charge of craft services and set out to prepare yummy comfort food for the laborers. Little did I know that this was a pipe dream, I ended up painting, hauling, “gophering” AND doing the cooking.
As I found it that August day. Look at that one sad, little fish decoration up on the house. The other 3 were on the ground broken.
The steps that I ran up, but weren’t fit to walk on.
The renovation begins. Right after hurricane Ike.
And goes on….and on….. That is siding with primer on it laying on the ground. We got smart.