At what I believe is the slowest pace humanly possible.
We started on Memorial Day weekend Friday by attacking the baby barn again.
Trimming the window at a glacially slow pace because as we’ve previously established…. geometry is not our friend.
After more hours than I care to admit, we moved around to the door trim.
Which the husband insisted be wider than the other trim.
Did this work out well?
Not really. But neither has anything else in this remodel and he refused to do it over, so it is what it is.
The night before, we took a trip to Lowe’s for door hardware. I argued for 6 inch hinges, because well…. I’m a woman.
You know we love our 6 inches.
But the husband was having none of it and went with 4 inch hinges, trying to prove size doesn’t matter.
As we started to assemble the doors?
He realized in some instances, size does matter…. and sent yours truly back to Lowes for 6 inches.
I’m talking about hinges!
I won’t even describe the nightmare that was Lowe’s on Memorial Day weekend.
By the time I got back the day was done and we got virtually nothing accomplished.