Or they just swoop in, grab one of the crow bars that are lying around haphazardly, and rip open a wall. The following happens on a pretty regular basis now:
Which is not always the phrase you want to hear. Except in the following instance. In the following instance it's weird and awesome and surprising and a little yippee! with a hop-skip-and-a-jump in the air.
Kevin was helping us in the kitchen and there's only so much we can do before plumbing gets completed. So we were roaming around a bit feeling antsy to get work done. Truthfully, I was the antsy one. And I wanted to rip stuff up. Pete keeps telling me to finish one project before starting another. It's sound advice. He's right. But then Kevin looked at me and said, "Were you guys planning on removing these soffits?" It was all over from there.
The soffits he was referring to were at the landing of the second floor entrance into the main parlor-slash-livingroom. The original bullseye molding was still intact but a former owner has extended the frame of the doorway. Maybe they were trying to make it a bedroom. Maybe the 80's happened and they wanted the place to look less grand and ornate (crazy, right?). Who knows. All I know is that Kevin and I scattered around grabbing tools and before we knew it I was yelling for Pete to come and help us rip the soffits off.
Kevin left but called me later in the day. The door's needed to be restored, but he'd done some research and he was pretty sure that they were old. Maybe dating back to the late 1800's. Part of me thinks they were added as an update later on, but I really hope he's right. For the short term they're going to stay displayed in the hallway, but eventually we plan on getting them back on the track and installed in the house again.