Renovations drove us from our home last Friday. This time it was the smell of oil-based paint that forced us out. My long-suffering sister kindly put up with us messing up her house and taking over her bedroom for the week. The paint smell still lingers but we just had to come home today so that we can start living our lives again.
The freshly painted walls and newly plastered ceilings look fabulous though which makes the annoyances, and the time and expense, worth it. In fact, now that we've started, I can see a whole lot of other things I'd like to do to make the house beautiful. But I'm restraining myself because we want to live here in peace for a while and get properly settled.