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Who’s ready for a post about 5 years in the making? I AM! It might be more to the point if the only content of this post was the phrase, “my dad is the best!”. That would pretty much sum it up, but naturally I think a few photos are in order to support my point. My dad has been almost single-handedly renovating my attic space for the past few years. He’s not in the construction, electrical, or plumbing business, so I DO NOT know how he does this stuff!! Originally, this space was just support beams and insulation. You couldn’t even walk up there (without risking your foot going through the downstairs ceiling). My dad saw the potential of using the area as living space, and man was he right. Of course, I often thought I was right when it came to making decisions about design and such. We had a fewwww disagreements about things. My dad ending conversations with, “well, that sure is different” became one of my favorite things. The remodeling is finished, and it’s amazing, amazing, amazing! I think the truly greatest part though is seeing how proud my dad is of his accomplishment. You should be, dad. Super, duper proud. I don’t know how to thank you for all your hard work. I have so much love and respect for you.

Ok, now I’m gonna walk you through some of the highlights. Here’s the bane of my dad’s existence. Plumbing work. If I had a dollar for every time he uttered, “man, I wouldn’t ever want to be a plumber”, I’d have many dollars.

Jeez, it looks like I was raising chickens up there.

Attics are weird. You have to work around some craziness. My dad added really cool details to make it all look awesome.

The wood on all the windows was rotting out, so they had to be replaced. One of the windows was converted into a doorway and an outdoor balcony. I know, right!

Wow, I can barely tell what this is! Entrance to the bathroom, I think.

And now…………drum roll……….TAH DAH!!!!!!! Mind blown.

Oh, bathroom. I love you so. I’m gonna write poems about my love for this bathroom.

I have a giant camellia tree outside. Naturally, it’s confused and blooming right now. Confusion looks pretty nice on my counter top.

When I was little, I briefly lived in Hawaii. I had gotten this big coloring book, and I’m really glad I still have it. These happy, watery, Hawaiian pictures above the tub make me smile.

I try to refurbish as much stuff as possible. I had an old brass chandelier that had been in the dining room when I bought the house. That little puppy just needed some white paint! The french doors between the bathroom and bedroom are from a Longhorn Steakhouse. I know it would be a more interesting story if I had stolen them, but I did not. Dad thought I was wacko for wanting the “push/pull” handles. Love them!

Sweet, sweet closet.

I have to ramble on a bit about some of the decorating details, since I sort of obsessed over them. My mom’s friend Nancy had given me this great old test tube rack a long time ago. Science + function = YES!

I took these “after” photos the other day, and my dad has since fixed these shelves so that they hold more stuff without tipping/sagging. He never stops working!

The large photo is from my grandma and grandpa Reif’s wedding. It’s the same grandma who I got the metal, 50s TV trays from (that the pictures are on). The other photo is of my mom and dad from when they were dating. The squirrel pics were a thrift store find. I’m a sucker for odd woodland creatures, especially two of a kind.

Black and white is kinda my thing. Comfy beds is also my thing.

For those of you playing the Ikea version of “Where’s Waldo?”, it should be pretty easy in this photo. Look, when a giant rug is gray, white, and 20 dollars, I’m GONNA buy it. Twice.

The tin owl wall hanging was a flea market score. Got the brass ram bookends at Antiques & Beyond here in Atlanta. Also, I like how Tina Fey ended up next to Motley Crue.

Had fun working on this project to turn my little pin buttons into something displayable.

I love a creepy detail from Etsy. Not sure how I sleep at night with these kid surgeons in my window.

The cool storage cubes were given to me by my swell-a fella. I hope to add lots more art to the walls over time. I’m going to pace myself because I only want to add things that bring me joy and have meaning.

Most importantly, here’s the person who made all of this happen. DAD! Look what you did!!!

I feel so lucky. Not just about the room. About my family, my friends, my life. All of it. Every bit.

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  • February 8, 2013 - 10:00 pm

    Leigh Hays - Can I rent your dad for my attic renovation?

  • February 8, 2013 - 10:02 pm

    Becca - Oh my goodness!! It looks AMAZING!!!!! I’m glad I got to see it when it was still a work in progress to fully be able to appreciate the awesomeness of its completion!

  • February 9, 2013 - 7:22 pm

    kathleen - HOLY GOOD GOD. it is so so so beautiful!

  • February 12, 2013 - 11:22 pm

    Jenica Rogers - I heart this room and everything in it! It looks so amazing! Your dad is pretty awesome too!

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