Gordon took the closet in his office as his own. I was happy to share this closet with him, but he generously gave me our whole bedroom closet. Clearly I am not one of those women who walk into a house and decide to buy it based on closet space. :) I don't have a zillion outfits, and I hate buying shoes. Call me a freak of womanhood!
Here is what was behind that 8-foot piece of plywood nailed to the wall. Actually, the hole was smaller than this; Vince has enlarged it to facilitate repairs:
What a gripping blog entry, eh? I am mainly doing this for my friends (Hi NK! Hi SS!) living vicariously through our renos.
A view towards the windows. Vince has taped many, many cracks in the plaster.
A view to the other end of the room:
My faithful helper and design consultant:
"I think you should carpet the floor with plush shag, and put balls and hanf stuffed toys everywhere, and leave out silver bowls of dog food!"That blue floor has got to go.
And now for something completely different. On Saturday, Gordon made us Crunchy French toast with crême anglaise, with sauteed apples, courtesy of Ricardo Larrivee, author of Weekend Cooking:
Yeah, I think I'll keep Gordon around for a while yet. ;)