It’s exciting. It’s all too exciting to even put into words.
No, the house is not done!
No, we aren’t moving in yet! The whole world will hear my screams of joy when we move in, lest you are worried you will miss something.
But, we are working on the “finishes.” Cool stuff, like ceiling fans, and light fixtures, and bathroom tiles and….gasp….doors! Internet, it doesn’t get much better than this.
So, as T has been putting in all these wonderful finishes (ummm…yes, he did handmake these beautiful window frames you see below and above-because he’s incredibly talented), I have been wavering on how to write posts. (and also dealing with a several weeks of frustrating laryngitis)
I can’t really show the scope of what is happening, not to my satisfaction. And although the iPhone 6 takes some pretty amazing photos and video it started to feel like a crazy tv makeover story reveal, and I didn’t want to share it…not yet anyway.
So, I’m going to stick with that. I’ll show little close-ups and pieces of what is going into the house, but no more large shots. Because once we have the upstairs done and move in (to just the upstairs) we’ll want you to come see it for yourself.
And then when it’s completely done, we’ll invite you over for some hotdogs….or water…depending on if we have any money left.
Small side note: I visited my wonderfully optimistic 92 year old grandmother this weekend. I was telling her about the progress on the house and our plans to move into the second story without finishing the main floor. I made a sarcastic joke telling her, “We’ll be moving into the upstairs while the downstairs will not be finished, because who needs a fridge or a stove these days anyways? Much too luxurious and hoity-toity for me and T.”
She looked at me with a straight face and said, “That’s true. People don’t appreciate all of the things they have these days. My mother use to haul in water into a big washtub after boiling it to bathe us. We didn’t have running water or electricity when I was little. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Touche Opal, touche.