CHARM'D MAGIC CASEMENTS
This is a red-letter day! My living room windows have been restored to their former mullioned glory, and now instead of looking into a blur of plastic sheeting, I can sit in my parlor, as I'm going to start calling it, and see the world — to wit, the gnarly branches of my old oak trees and my neighbors' lovely dwellings — through 24 panes of antique glass.
I know, I know. This won't excite those of you who take little things like windows for granted, but I haven't seen out of my living room for years. And the last time was through two filthy, cracked panes held together with packing tape. (Some poophead had torn the lovely, delicate mullions out of the sashes and replaced all the little panes with giant modern ones.)
Anyway, hooray. And if you think I'm excited now, wait until I get the rockin' green shutters for the outside.
posted by kc @ 7:56 PM
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And — before some doodyhead smugly points it out — I know these are not casement windows. But I am in love with John Keats, so let me pretend these are charm'd magic casements in a faery land forlorn.
Yay! They look beautiful! I can't wait to see them. The experience of your front porch is now available -- almost -- from your couch.
Wow, they look great! And Erin is right -- now we can all almost experience your front porch from the comfort of your parlor when the weather gets cold. Excellent.
It looks great. Now maybe I can experience your front porch, if only from the parlor.
Lovely! Will we still have a porch-painting party?
WOW. That looks awesome.
Yes, cl! When are you available? I'm thinking a weekend in October. I still have some scraping to do before we can paint.
Ahh, very good. And you got them up in time to be able to watch the leaves turn on those nice old trees.
Driftwood, where the heck have you been?? Are you heading this way for the holidays? We can watch some snow fall through the windows, or at least see some cold wind blowin'.
Nice work.
Wheneva in October is fine with me. I'm on vacation for a week in there sometime. The 16th.
Climbing, of course. And also working. Jobs wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t hog so much time. What a nuisance.
Maybe Christmas? Want to order your snow for then?
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