And so it begins

I cried the day we took possession of this house nearly six years ago. I'd always wanted an old farm house. But the day we got the keys and entered it as our own, I cried.

It was a mess. It was dirty. Grimy.

And it needed alot of work.





But we pulled up carpet and scrubbed and spit shined. And prioritized the list of projects.





To date we have done much. And on a shoestring budget. But yesterday we finally began the master bedroom and it began with replacing the windows. The old windows were a joke. Single pane glass windows that needed a stick to prop them up when you opened them. Frost on the inside on cold mornings.




I guess there was a bright side to the old windows though. Cause if I ever locked myself out of my house (which I've done a time or two), I could climb up on the air conditioning unit, pop out the bedroom window with nary a muscle exerted, and jump right into the house.

Guess I better hide a spare key now.

-dana