I Went To My Lake House To Relax—And Found It Renovated For My Brother

streaming through the windows onto those cream sofas—with the construction zone in front of me.

The kitchen was worse. So much worse.

My custom cabinets—the ones I’d saved for three years to afford, designed by a carpenter in Dripping Springs who did beautiful work with local cedar—were ripped out. Not carefully removed. Ripped out, leaving gaping holes continue reading …