Ok, I'll admit it. It's a bit overwhelming at the moment! But I'm excited with the unearthed possibilities of it all. Each step is explorative with it's own narrative, and that is what makes it so much fun.
On the right side, near the corner about shoulder height, I can see layers of paint and history - the same, antiseptic, institutional-looking, turquoisey, blue paint that was on the second floor when we bought the property. It was on every piece of trim, the ceiling, and the 11 and 14-foot ceilings up there - every inch of 2500 square feet. Someone really liked that paint.
We did manage to get the salvaged door up between the mess and the frame shop, which Dave thanked me for this morning.
On that side of the wall, it's orderly, neat, and business as usual. Minus the wheelbarrow, of course.
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