Wife, crafter, writer, gardener. Heaven is a light-filled room in a dusty old farmhouse, with a sewing machine, a notebook, or a frying pan by my side. This is where I share stories of my adventures: projects, small trips, sewn gifts, and home improvement.
Consider this an official "Look, Ma!" It's been about two weeks of near-constant work out here (constant except for weekends and a sweet visit from Jen) and I'm proud to say I have something to show for it. It is amaaaazing what a difference paint makes, and the more I spread that tealy goodness across the front, the more I love it.
I could only reach about two-thirds of the front with the man lift in its current position, so my goal was to get that side completely done before moving the lift forward six feet or so to finish the other side of the front. I still need to scrape my sloppy yellow paint off the window panes, and of course replace some siding over the porch (there was rot) AND oh yeah, we need to deal with the complete lack of siding in the very peak of the gable.
THAT was a fun surprise. I started tearing off the aluminum up there, and, SURPRISE! Nothing was under there. Just barn-ish wood with BIG gaps between the planks and a ventilation hole into our attic. Eagerly, we are spinning a silk purse out of that particular sow's ear-- we have ordered fish scale siding (the scalloped stuff) to address the missing pieces. That will look pretty awesome, we're thinking.
Two-ish weeks ago:
Since we bought this place, I've made a goofy habit of saying "Hello, pretty house" as we turn into our driveway. It's really starting to look that way, now, from the outside.