Where were you on the afternoon of Saturday, August 4th?
August 7, 2012
We were in the garage (actually, the potential/future garage) that for the past several months has been the repository for all items exiting the main house that needed to be saved. Or so we thought. Some of those things really did need to be saved, like great doors and awesome woodwork and picture rails and all of that. Other things were saved because we couldn’t process their need in the moment so off they went to the garage. Things like cabinets pulled from somewhere I can’t remember and miscellaneous pieces of wood and a whole bunch of just plain old garbage. You know how it can be. “What should we do with ______?” “Hmmm…I don’t know. Why don’t you just put it in the garage for now.”
And so it went until today when we realized it was time to actually get to the awesome woodwork and great doors, but too much other crap was in the way. We didn’t so much as clean, but we did organize the chaos. I don’t have any before pictures of it in its ultimate disaster state, but here is a short video of it from a previous blog. You can see why for the past few months I have just hurried through in a pretty serious state of denial. Now, however, I stop and shop a bit because it looks like this:
A close-up of Woodwork Row:
The window guys’ table with marble, windows and doors stacked behind:
A close-up of the window weights with Rudy posing:
The entry corridor with an expectant Roxy: