now we're talking

finally. we can actually compare the real house to the house i envisioned, pictured in the header above.

here bo points out some trash of course. that or goose poop. her other obsession. if there is a goose in a 5 mile radius, she will know.

obviously she sees some more over by the garage area. also notice the salt box type profile we were trying to achieve. it was hard to work out, but i think we got it done.

5. that's the number of goose poops shes found. or the number of minutes she thinks this trash needs to be cleaned up in.

super confusing roof line, on the courtyard side. thank goodness for Eddie. or Fast Eddie. that's what i told bo our head framer's name was. if she ever sees him i really hope she calls him that. i'm on a mission to get a picture of him. he has proven to be about as elusive as Bigfoot.

and finally the find of the day. as i start to thinking about fixtures we need. my mind obviously wonders to the crap we already have laying around. enter the fine sink below. which i am hoping will become our laundry sink. at this point, i can practically hear my mother sigh as she reads this. she calls me a "shit shifter" like i just shift shit from one place to the other. which is true. but i'm going to turn this shit to sugar. it just needs some cleaning. which speaking of, my mom also clearly has little faith in my elvis bathroom project. which is fine. almost always when i have a project she is unsure about, at the end of it she says "well you pulled it off again". so i don't worry too much. she will go along with me, even if she thinks i'm nutty.