We have had roofers on or near the house for over a week. I think my dogs might have had a mini psychological breakdown with all the noise. One of my car tires have been replaced and one plugged thanks to the primo cleanup crew. I have learned a couple of things along the way.
1. I do not get along with Contractors.
2. I have very bad luck.
3. We will never get another roof.
4. I may never get over this.
This is the meager lot from a swift trip to the thrift store. I finally got a chance to leave the house for a few moments today.
Genius these older pill bottles with a turn dial. I would still use these if they had them. Love the green cat.
Gorgeous starburst pattern box filled with notions.
Buttons and snips...
Poor spun head angle sans wings.
A lovely set of artist brushes from the fifties and sixties. The paint splatters are beautiful up and down the handles. After a week and a half of roofing they still have to put the gutters on and paint. I hope I live through this renovation trauma...