Unfortunately being surrounded by Chaos makes me feel chaotic. Remodeling is like that, multiple days of a new French Door install. When you're house was built in 1940 it can be full of surprises. Removing the threshold of the old door revealed uneven cement from the foundation. The previous door was suspended between it's frame with nails and did not rest on the floor as one would expect with today's standards. Mark has been painstakingly shaping a new board around the old cement, chipping away as necessary to get a level support for the new door. The dining room table and chairs are in the living room and the dust and noise level are high. The blue tarp hung in the doorway while he works creates an eerie blue glow and it is impossible to turn the heat on. I know I will love this new door, the first element of our total veranda and side yard remodel, but at the moment.....you get the picture.
I am once again wrangling the mess in the studio to a tolerable level in order to instill the sense of peace I crave. I find it difficult to be productive in a mess and difficult to take the time to clean the mess in order to be productive. A bit of a catch 22 there.
Perhaps a return to a pretty blog tomorrow!