The Cross House
Recently, I did a post about bringing back the long-lost triple set of cross-hatched windows to the dormer on the main facade.
The sashes have been missing for almost twenty years.
On such a huge house, these missing sashes are a minute thing. But, as Bo Sulivan told me, not having the windows in place was like looking at a beautiful face…with a chipped tooth.
It is hard to explain WHY the intensity of my excitement is so great regarding such small improvements to the Cross House.
Basically though, I experience daily anguish over Things Wrong With The World. Things I really cannot essentially do anything about. And this awareness kinda flattens me.
So, when I am able to make some tiny thing just a little bit better, well, I feel really really really good. For, just a tiny bit better is…better, right?