Chronicling my adventures restoring and updating a quirky old Philadelphia rowhouse
I own a 125-ish year old house that looked like only crackheads had worked on it before I bought it, so you know what kind of surprise I’m talking about. But before we get to that, a really long back story: I’ve always felt lukewarm about my front door (and I was doing mental backflips…
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I haven’t talked about how terrifying it is to pick things out in a while. That’s mostly because the last 6 months have been about putting together things that I had already picked out. The kitchen ceiling was one exception. I knew what I wanted, but had to figure out exactly how to put it…
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