Things Suck At Times...

Rosie has once again decided that the rear wall is not doable, so we struggle with that. I have finished the ceiling, finished the paneling, with the help of the kiddies, and now she wants the damn wall different than it is. Her good friend Barb, who thinks she is a decorator extraodinaire, came over and told Rosie that the wall should be pegboard. So, down comes the damanble wall...

Of course, I find that the wall will not meet code if I do it the way dear Barb, bless her heart, wants my Rosie to have it. Duh! I am thinkin' at this point that there should be a law regarding women and building construction...

But I have found interesting things. I took the fitting room down to the bare wall, and find pristine red brick, the mortar as fresh as it was when it was built 110 years ago, and I am satisfied within my soul...

Peace,

Charlie~