It ultimately took us a full year just to get the place up to code, but it still had plywood sheets nailed to the stairwell in place of balusters and lighting working in just half the house after I accidentally ripped out an important wire on the first floor. It wasn’t pretty. The next year was spent fixing up what we could cosmetically.
Shown: In an emptied third-floor bedroom, modified IKEA shelves ringed with vintage-style molding replaced a scrawled frat-house message. New bookcases store our collection of antique reference books and novels.