I’m in the mood for a before and after. Good thing we’ve got a really awesome one to show you!
These pictures were taken from Gadanke’s future home in an old storage loft.
Here’s how one end of the hangar looked before we took on the remodel:
Deep sigh. Here she is today:
Clutter is gone. Heating system is starting to go in. Most lower walls are deep scrubbed.
I had a classmate from Turkey when I lived in Berlin. Before she got married to an older Turkish man in Berlin and joined our class, she worked in a sock factory in a small Turkish town. She started her job when she was 14 years old.
Our German was never good enough for me to ask her questions about working in a factory or to sit down and just chat and become friends. She would get mixed up whenever a classmate would ask her any question.
We’re doing it! This week, the hangar is undergoing some serious transformations. Our piles to recycle and throw away are already heaping. The donate/sell pile includes hundreds of lightbulbs, airplane posters, WWII airplane instruments, and trunks. We’ve been seriously attacking the attic.
I’m tickled to introduce (perhaps even reintroduce) Lisa – aka Satsumabug. You might know her from flipping through pages of her {She} journal over at Gadanke. What you may not know is that this girl has a serious knack for hosting parties, decluttering, and getting some craved stuff all at the same time.
I’m not sure what to say.
“Oh Katie, what a cute shirt! Where did you get it?”
“Oh thanks! It’s from Ann Taylor Loft… umm… over two years ago.”
I keep thinking about how I should probably start buying more clothes again. I don’t need new clothes. So I stop and ask myself why I’m compelled to go buy some then. And you know what I figure? I think I should go buy more clothes because THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE DO.
Back when I fully intended to work in the corporate world, I was ecstatic to land my first big job. A couple of weeks later, my sister stopped by to say hello. She looked around the little apartment Martin and I had.
Then she said in awe,
“Katie, I didn’t think I’d ever see dust where you live!”
I froze. I laughed. And then for the first time, my sister stuck out a finger and swirled it across the dust on my shelf. It was her great victory. She was ready to hug me in only the way a little sister finding a flaw in her bigger sister ever could.
I’m an American splitting life between a 480 square foot apartment in Berlin, Germany and – get this – a house made of old tires in the Rocky Mtns.
This blog chronicles the journey of Making This Home.Meet Katie.
