Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Why am I so willing to embark on such an adventurous renovation? Why do I not fear living in a construction site for the next year(s)? Why is living with sawdust in my hair and chips of plaster on my floors so comfortable? For the last year, it's been all I know. See below.

This was me using my computer during window replacement, wearing gloves because it was early january and a nice, dry-cold below zero day, which rarely happens in my locale, but did mean that the workers tracked in frozen dirt, rather than the usual mud on their boots.

This was my living room one day. That big hole where the door was goes outside.

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