Full story and pictures, such as they are, on the morrow.
For the die hards, bless you, this'll tide you over.
A few weeks past. My sweetie in full-on destructo mode. Ever so sexy.
Look at that close shaved fuzz head. And that adorable butt. I could just...
Sorry. He's been working A LOT. I miss him.
Kitchen a bit mussed up, but still functional. And cluttered and a wee bit sad.
Gutted! Mostly. Twelve hours after this photo was taken, every bit of sheet rock was ripped down. And it was AWESOME. Perhaps not so much for the family of mice that was unearthed, but the less said about them the better.
It's starting to look like a grown-up person's house. Nice, new sheet rock. Lighting fixtures: properly wired and fully inspected. Dozing Dementor. Kick ass shop vac.
Sheet rock installation is complete, as is the whole tape-and-spackle fandango. And... what's that? Floor treatment? Sweeeeet.
Wouldn't it be lovely if I were a remotely competent photographer? Or had even the most freakin' basic skills with Photoshop? Sucks for all of us that I'm neither. Apologies to anyone viewing these images of wildly fluctuating size, tone and quality.
I am so going to find a digital photography class in this area. One for people who can barely find the 'on' switch.