I have been inching along, from top to bottom, with painting the Great North Wall.
…and more inching! Today was almost 100 degrees, and H U M I D, but…
…a miraculous device kept me from M E L T I N G. Hint: It’s blue.
Even so, I, too, yearned for ice today.
Tomorrow, I will drop off the five stained-glass windows from the long bedroom to be restored by Hoefer Stained Glass. I will pick up five restored windows from the lower entrance hall. Whoee!
This triple set from the long bedroom are, I think, my favorite in the house. The blue glass pieces are faceted jewels.
Except for the obvious missing bits, the five windows did not look too bad. Until I removed them. And shrieked.
The long bedroom, denuded of colorful glass. The difference is shocking.
This is the turret finial after being removed from its perch of 122-years. I debated just painting it and having it reinstalled, or biting the $$$ bullet and having it renewed.
I took the bullet. Today, Mark from W. F. Norman emailed images of the rejuvenated turret finial. Zounds! ZOUNDS!
The top 18-inches of the finial was toast. It has been reborn. Zounds. ZOUNDS! This all just seems miraculous. I am quite gobsmacked. The top cap is yet to be blended into the swirls.