From hole to window!

   I have a secret. I am not really so fabulous that every new project I try works out perfectly. I just have this trick where I really only try things I know will work out (or at least I think I know), and then I don't really talk about my failures! Oh and I do fail. Proof is in the jar of bright blue-ish giant dill pickles sitting on my counter, mocking me with it's oversized sideways sign.









I read on my Costco pickles that there is colouring in them and I wanted to see what home made pickles look like with colour… I just used maybe the wrong tint, too blue. The sign was just poorly planned, and had to be sideways to fit… The 'giant pickle' part I'm happy with.



Moving on.
Yesterday, I had a huge hole in my wall. After 10 hours of two people working and the hole is starting to mock me in a familiar blue-ish pickle kind of way, I start to think it cannot end well. And then it happens, at the 11.5 hour mark, the sun is setting and we are putting on the final step, the foam. We had laughed, almost cried, outlasted all shift changes at Home Depot, and YouTubed. We had shimmed, levelled, foamed, framed, cut and re-cut, drank, and ate crackers for dinner.

   After it all we understood why (other) people say they may get divorced over renovations. We are tandem bicycle aficionados! (Also known as the divorce bike.) We are not most people! When the last foam was sprayed, we had a fantastic sense of satisfaction and more importantly, a window instead of a hole!