tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11829543.post6830241241810394773..comments2023-09-18T09:15:09.603-04:00Comments on Irvington Bungalow: ah, my new friend, the hole.carmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378386887745278416noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11829543.post-90196470981531243402008-10-28T20:50:00.000-04:002008-10-28T20:50:00.000-04:00Ahhh, THE HOLE! All good old houses have a HOLE a...Ahhh, THE HOLE! All good old houses have a HOLE at one time or another. Mine was under one window in the living room, where I removed the entire section of drywall so I could repair the rotten stud holding up the window stool. (The whole project began with me noticing a few mushrooms were growing out of the exterior window trim. One thing led to another....and ultimately THE HOLE was born). Little did I know how long THE HOLE would stick around. Like, for about a year. I hid it with a (large) piece of furniture until I finally redid the living room, at which time I patched the HOLE and lots of other defects.G8rAllyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17565555595828719341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11829543.post-2262150121829735702008-10-27T10:09:00.000-04:002008-10-27T10:09:00.000-04:00Oh my gosh! What happenend? Did your lovely husban...Oh my gosh! What happenend? Did your lovely husband pull the plaster down, or did it come down on its own? Don't feel bad because I can totally relate to you. It's good that you gave the hole a name; it will become a part of your life. We have "The 4 holes in the library" and "Giant hole where a door used to be" and "Holes in the Butler's Pantry where you can see into the Basement."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com