Progress has been s l o w at my house.
We feel like we are running in a hampster wheel- sometimes even running backwards in a hampster wheel. Maybe it's because we had to rip out our entire ceiling for insulation- meaning all the boxes and clutter we put upstairs are now back in our living room. I'm going to be honest, it's been a hard few months. (minus France, ofcourse) (Hmm…that didn't make it convincing). I'll rephrase that- it's been a challenging project. Hoyt and I are learning alot by mistakes and as much as I want to pull my hair out after 120+ days of living in construction we are very grateful for our little cottage in progress.
But there's one thing that has just recently changed… and has made me remember why I talked Hoyt into this house.
Here's a sneak peak:
It makes me smile when I drive in the driveway…
Because although there are many other things on our punch list, it's finally beginning to feel like home.
YAY for paint!
(Paint details saga to come)
oh and HELP! I can't do window boxes. Those are just plopped in there- not even planted. I got overheated and gave up. Suggestions, recommendations, criticism, comments, gardening chatter, are welcome.