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We're very happy to announce the winner of the complimentary tickets to the Scottish Christmas Walk Weekend's annual Holiday Homes Tour. Congratulations to Kristin Frykman, who we hope to see on the tour.

They don't say "it's the most wonderful time of the year" for nothing.

In our home and in Old Town Alexandria in general, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. A nip is in the air, the lights are all hung in the trees along King Street, and the storefronts are all decked out in their holiday finest.

But most of all, the town is all abuzz over the annual Scottish Christmas Walk events this coming weekend. An annual tradition in Old Town for many years, the Scottish Christmas Walk Weekend is a series of events organized by the Campagna Center that celebrated Alexandria's Scottish heritage and the Christmas season.

In addition to the annual parade...

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Our tub may be in the bathroom, and the overbuilt drama of how that would happen may be behind us, but there's still a lot to do before we're done.

Among the many aspects of getting this tub into its final resting place, we have to get the feet into shape and onto the tub. The problem, we don't know exactly how to attach these feet.

You see, these feet came with the tub, but they were already disconnected when we picked up the tub. To add to the complication, there were no bolts or parts, just feet. Part of the process is obvious as there are brackets cast right into the base of the tub that offers a mounting location for the feet.

On our tub each foot is stamped with a number that correlates to a bracket location of the same number on the tub. This is done because each foot is formed to fit its particular corner on the tub, and swapping foot to foot simply won't fit as well.

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We left off in our tale of bathtub salvage with a cleaned up and freshly painted cast iron behemoth in the basement, just waiting for the big moving day.

Wendy had contacted the movers and scheduled a date for a group of pros to help us accomplish this lofty goal of lifting the tub from its basement resting place to its rightful position in our master bathroom.

This may go without saying, but we were both completely stressed out about this looming event. So much so that we'd both been dreaming about and dreading the day this tub was to move from the basement and into the bathroom for a decade. With each passing year the idea grew more imposing and the thought that it might never even happen crept into our minds. The whole concept was so overhyped that Wendy even declared that the thought of being in the house during the move would be too much for her to bear, and she would need to be away when it all happened lest she might lose her mind. Yes, she'd officially proclaimed she'd likely lose it if she were to witness to this monumental occasion. Her loss, my gain?

As the more easy going half of our harebrained duo, I understood the level of torture she would be under and opted to offer myself as the emotional sacrificial lamb that would oversee the endeavor.

On the day of the deed the guys from My Truck Buddy were scheduled to arrive at 11:30, and I had a complete disaster of a basement to deal with. We told them we'd clean stuff up and clear a path to make is "easy" to get the tub out of the basement. But I have to say, I think "easy" is all relative when you're dealing with 350 pounds of iron.

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There are few incomplete projects in our home renovation history that have been talked about more than our salvaged clawfoot bathtub.

It's really no surprise given that we purchased the bathtub over 10 years ago for a cool $150 from an ebay seller. Not to mention it came out of a Del Ray Alexandria bungalow. But this tub, that we thought we'd be using in no time at all, has sat in our basement for over a decade.

Whether it was a catch all for random stuff we were throwing in the basement disaster zone, or a constant source of shin smashing, this tub of solid cast iron which was cast in 1924, has lived over 10% of its life not as a functional bathroom fixture, but rather as our basement boondoggle.

Over the years we've had friends and neighbors casually mention the tub and inquire as to its status. We've had family members ask more bluntly, "What's the deal with the tub, and what's the holdup?" And we've had many a curious observer question, "Just how are you going to get that beast from the basement to the second floor bathroom?" Which, might I add, is an excellent question.

This faithful bathtub has even been the punchline of many jokes when we're gathered with our inner circle around a dinner table and I go off the rails on a concept for a new project that will take way longer than it should. This usually ends with, "Alex, can Wendy take a bath in your house yet? You know, not in the basement?"

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As we revealed on Friday, last month Alex and I took the plunge into second home ownership. Our "new" home, an early 1900s American foursquare, has great bones, an amazing water view, and enough projects to keep us both busy for the next decade or so. While the house is completely livable as is, we see a laundry list of items both big and small that we know want to tackle. But the looming question, "Where the heck do we start?"

We moved into this house "empty," meaning we had no substantial furniture to configure or items to deliver. That first weekend we were relying largely on duplicate items of our own from our house, and on the kindness of family for donating unwanted furniture. Nope, no moving trucks ready to bring our stuff, just single car loads of stuff we'd gathered up in our kitchen staging area.

My parents came into town the weekend we closed on the house, and not only were they a huge help in bringing no longer wanted items from their basement as well as from Alex's parents' basement, but they helped us tackle some of those critical first steps when you purchase a home. 

The biggest time suck of the weekend was cleaning. We cleaned, scoured, vacuumed, dusted, and polished until we were exhausted, starting with the kitchen. There's nothing I hate more than a dirty refrigerator (and this one was relatively clean compared to some that I see when showing houses), and I didn't want to put any of our food in the fridge until I had my way with the beast.

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