The Cross House
Looks better, right? Right? Right????????
Sigh. I know, it’s kinda laughable that I can take some pleasure in this micro improvement while all around is cracked plaster, missing plaster, a missing ceiling, unrestored trim, and a drop cloth covering the windows.
But…a selective eye is a Godsend when one is restoring an old house.
Considering, too, what a horror this month has been, I am grabbing at every pleasure I can get my hands on, no matter how micro.
So, after I cleaned up all the paper bits on the floor, I stood back. And smiled. For all I saw was something just a bit better.