The Middle of the End

We got as far as finishing the drywall on the ceiling. After that the bedding and taping got too much for me to do.


Kay's room had an old door that wouldn't open all the way. The wood around the threshold was rotted from years of rain coming in under the door. I built a beautiful new threshold in the doorway to stop all that and drywalled all around it, thinking we might keep it.

I changed my mind, once the builders got there and decided a window would be better suited for a sixteen year old than a door. The irony of that is that the door was much harder to get open than the window.




They also built her a closet where there was none before.