Wednesday, November 09, 2005

9 comments:

  1. hhowell9:33 PM

    OMFG,
    OMFG.
    Blocks of ice just ran through my veins.

    David.
    I don't have one single useful word to say.

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  2. Actually I find it satisfying to see it like this. Before, it was our lives, strewn about in a rancid, petrochemical filth. That was awful. Now it's a construction site, organized and professional. To my eye, it looks like progress.

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  3. I'm impressed you've gotten yourself a contractor so quickly. Plus it's kinda nice to see the "bones" of an old home like that. Bet you find some really cool old vintage bottles under the floor joists if you get a chance dig around under there (for electrical work and whatnot). Happy renovating.

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  4. I'm glad you're taking it so well. That picture makes me cry and I don't even know you.

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  5. Yes, it's definitely progress. Now you'll know what's behind those walls. (Nothing.)

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  6. This is beautiful. I think that a lot of people's lives look like that photo: stripped away but at the core, there is something strong and warm. And yeah, no mold and filth. I'll drink to that!

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  7. 1. oh dear -- what a massive amount of work.
    2. way cool -- what a great chance to be creative with and around immoveables.

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  8. Yeah, Um, I meant to post this here, not in the Stick a Fork In Me one...

    Yowza. This is the point at which most awful New Orleans gut renovations begin. You know, Irish Channel, shotgun style. Whatcha gonna do, open concept, floating chimney? Skylights?

    You could actually permenantly EMBED your demitasse collection into the walls...make a chandelier with 'em....endless, ENDLESS possibilities!

    The world is your oyster.

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  9. Don't worry, darlin'. I knew what you meant.

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