I have to admit that I’m having trouble writing this post for one reason and her name is Brandi Carlile. I really shouldn’t listen to her when I write because all I want to do is sing along, and then those words end up on the screen and get mixed in my head with the ones that I need to write. I get to see her tonight in concert, with momma bear, for my birthday. I’m rather excited to see her live. It will be my third time and she never gets old. So excuse me if this post is somewhat incoherent, it’s simply because I’m singing at the top of my lungs while writing.
Despite my singing being something to be saved for when I’m alone, I am happy to share progress on the house which by the way is missing a ceiling.
While we’re waiting for the final small six windows to come in for the addition, Andy started renovating the downstairs of the original addition, where the living room used to be located. In the photos I have the entire ceiling isn’t quite down yet, but it’s getting there!
For some reason these photos came out very creepy to me. It was dark out, so in order to get well exposed shots I had to set up my camera on a tripod with a remote shutter and one small light. I don’t know about you, but this is just eery.
Despite being a total creep fest and what looks like an abandoned building, I really wanted to be able to show you what the split level looks like at this point between upstairs and downstairs. I somehow managed to cram my camera and myself into the tight corner on the tiny staircase landing to get these.
While I love not having a ceiling, I definitely turned myself into an apparition while taking photos. I have to tell you something—ghosts freak me out. It turns out that when I accidentally ghost myself in a photo it still weirds me out, no lie.
This is what happens when 1.) You don’t realize you’re in your long exposed shot and jump out of it and then 2.) think you can run through the photo and not get caught.
Needless to say, I don’t watch scary movies.