Our granite walls are beautiful thanks to a day of sandblasting, but the rest of my house is a dusty mess! I feel like I can empathize a lot more with the women of the 1930s who dealt with the Dust Bowl – except, I only have to clean up after one “dust storm,” and for them it was a regular occurrence.

After the sandblasters left, Parker and I cleaned the main floor of the house while Shon and a friend cleaned the basement. Once they had the sand scooped and vacuumed up, we all stood in the basement and just reveled at the beauty of the foundation laid more than a hundred years ago.

Now that the paint is off the concrete floors and the plaster/paint is off the granite walls, Shon and I can easily imagine how things will look once the space is finished. We’ve come a long way and have only a little left to do before the professionals can get to work.