Our carpet job yesterday was quick and dirty, but it’ll do. We used a remnant piece that we got on sale for less than 40 bucks. At that price I don’t care if it doesn’t last forever.
Thank goodness that furniture has a way of distracting from carpet and paint flaws. I just tossed the furniture we used to have in the porch back in there; eventually we’ll figure out how to make it more functional for us. The table serves as a great hiding place for a few things we wanted to store. We use the table more for yard parties than for regular use in the porch, so it’s fine in the corner.
I kind of like that this is one area for which I can take credit since I give Sam the props for most of what our home has become. My contributions during and since pale in comparison to the year he spent transforming this little house. So the porch, imperfect as it is, makes me kind of proud.
We know that the porch is falling off the house and needs to be completely rebuilt someday. All of this work has just been a disguise. We’ve talked about starting over: tearing off the porch, expanding the front bedroom (now office) into some of the current porch space to create a decently sized master and closet. That would cut the porch to about half of its current size. We even had a contractor give us an informal cost estimate; the price wasn’t that outrageous.
Will we ever do it? Who knows. It would depend most heavily on how long we want to stay here. We’re happy for now and not looking to go anywhere. We’ve got dreams, though, of other homes and other places in which they would be. (You should see what I’ve been Pinteresting.) But we’re not in any rush. I’m happy to have our porch made over for now— it’s a much better place to welcome guests and watch the seasons go by.
I wrote several weeks ago that I just wanted a comfortable spot to relax with a glass of wine. That’s exactly what I did yesterday evening, curled under a blanket in my porch.