After living in our house for going on eight years, we've finally decided to finish it. Let me explain. My husband is a contractor. He is so busy building other people's houses that he rarely has time to work on ours. So...eight years later, I still don't have doors except on my bedroom and the bathroom (the non-negotiable doors). You know the old saying, "The cobbler's children go barefoot."
There may be other factors at work. I think there has got to be an Article of Faith concerning the amount of time a LDS family must keep Tyvek exposed to the elements on the outside of the home. Tyvek is the sturdy paperish stuff most people wrap their homes with just before siding installation. Surely, brethren, we have done our part, but now it is time for the siding, please.
But enough sarcasm. For now. We started with upstairs, where a goofy little gable room will become a play room for the kids and all the toys they have collected. It is small and claustrophobic, all slanty ceiling. But if you're three feet tall, there is a lot of useable floor area. We decided to put a window seat in under the little octagonal window.
Hollis loves to be involved in construction work. He later set up an elaborate track under the sawdust port of the miter saw visible in the lower right, so that it "snowed" sawdust when a board was cut. You can see behind him the frame of our new window seat. W'Hoo!
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