Railing installation on the last section of deck required measuring.
So much measuring.
I figured 16 balustrades, at 5 1/2 inches apart.
Which the husband started to implement and then chose to ignore.
Why did he change the spacing?
I have no idea.
But he continued on his path.
And shockingly, something was off.
There he is with the little level again.
Silly man, didn’t he learn anything from the baby barn?
When he reached the end? He had too much room to leave it open, but not enough room to evenly space a rail.
So he jammed one in anyway, because at that point he didn’t care.
I did, but managed to swallow my criticism. It was done, and looked a damn sight better than it used to.
I’m pleased with it, as long as I don’t focus on symmetry.
It’s a cleaner, more modern look.
But now I can’t decide if the white lattice panel should stay or go.
Guess that can wait till I restain the deck.