Lucy's 10 days of solitary confinement to recover from her lameness officially ended on Friday.
I let her out into the general population and am happy to report that she's doing very well, despite the grumpy look above.
Lucy: Freedom would be more fun if it weren't so stinkin' cold and I didn't have to stand here to stay warm.
Despite the ridiculously frigid temperatures, the sunroom construction progresses. We now have doors! And electricity!
We also have windows, but they didn't arrive until late Friday afternoon after the crew had left for the weekend.
At one point on Friday, there were four men walking in and out of my house. That may be some sort of record.
They are all unfailingly polite, but I suspect there's alot of gossiping going on behind the scenes
about this woman who lives in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of animals.
I wish you could have seen the looks on their faces when Wynonna walked onto the porch to inspect their work,
or when Alan brayed long and loud every time they used the sander.
The crew hasn't questioned the cow legs drying in the garden. If that's not being polite, I don't know what is.
I'm sure they must have noticed them as they piled up the spare parts from the porch.
The old railings will be repurposed into a new fence. But what about those corbels?
It would be such a shame to waste them.
I'm thinkin' table base! Your amazingly helpful comments on Friday's post have got me thinking about
all sorts of ideas and projects I never would have come up with on my own. A glider instead of a rocker? Genius!
A mosaic DIY tabletop? Hell yeah! And I'm seriously considering building that hanging bed myself because
Sharon sent me this link that shows exactly how to do it. Where would I be without you guys? Thanks!