Three months. . . several gallons of paint. . . new baseboard and trim. . . one stacked slate stone fireplace veneer . . . and a smokin' new futon cover, pillows and TV stand later, we've gone from cave to family room. With nary a Gatorade bottle, dirty sock nor cell phone charger in sight.
Good-bye, weird partially white-washed, partially distressed wood paneling. Au revoir, oddly recessed painted brick fireplace. And sayonara, scratched and dirty basement ceiling. Our work here is done.
It's been a pleasant transformation, and while youngest son Matt loses his subterranean grotto, we gain a family room that we can now, with full certainty, proclaim as booger-free. You can't say that about all basements.
Matt, you will always have a place to hang your boxers when you come home to Bermtopia. We love you to death -- AND every minute of your visits. But now, you have new accommodations -- also known as "the guest bedroom."
We love you, Matt. Come home soon.
And, by the way, how do you feel about the color yellow?