Tomorrow. Seven thirty am. This faux wall has a date with a builder. With a big saw. And a soft touch. For our old girl. Wish her luck.
See the end of our hallway? Notice something missing? A door perhaps. Well, there was a door there, but it was sealed up probably years ago. It's always bugged me this sealed door. Because behind that wall is our kitchen. Having it sealed up like this feels like a blocked artery to the heart of our home. Bad feng shui.