Life's a Stitch

Taken out of context that could have dire implications. In child bearing years anyway. Or for certain situations such as a job interview. For me, it's sticking to a weekly blogging schedule. In retirement. Can you imagine I've given up my career and still lack time? I was warned by very wise people that this would happen. 

We are back "home" for a few weeks while moving yet again. Our building permits are imminent and the deconstruction crew is due to take over at the end of the month. There is hardly time to sit for more than a brief bit as we continue our part of the demolition. Our builder has humoured C in letting him try to fit the current kitchen cabinets into the downstairs suite.

We couldn't bring ourselves to let go of such beautiful maple cupboards, not to mention the blue oyster granite, which will fit downstairs with minimal cutting. If I were renting a walk out apartment in a house, I'd love to have a smaller version of that kitchen.

We had intended to hand over demolition to Habitat for Humanity's restore, but all they were interested in was the kitchen. They don't use salvaged items for their new builds, and are quite selective about what goes to their Re-Store. Instead we turned to the free section of Craig's List. Some of our interior doors are now being shipped to the Philippines where a local man is building a five room house for his sister, the rest went to a couple to repair their rental unit that was trashed by drug dealers. I believe that some of our bathroom fixtures are also being shipped to Asia.

The one thing that's most difficult to sacrifice is the 3/4" oak hardwood after seeing what a good job our neighbour did refinishing his. In reconfiguring our house, flipping the main and the top floor, there'd be so much patching it would be far more expensive than replacing with engineered hardwood. Add in the fact that the house will be roofless for a period of time leaving the floor exposed to the elements. I don't want to be around when it goes. 

Also late, I realized that I forgot to post my final picture of St. John, New Brunswick done in coloured pencil on canvas. The last time you saw it in the tonal drawing underpainting phase. I called it Twelve Red Chimneys, sort of an I Spy painting, I imagine the grandkids trying to pick them out. 

Downtown St. John has done a good job of preserving their old buildings as opposed to the Vancouver area where thousands are demolished and rebuilt, and so many people are rushing around trying to arrange moves and demolitions and end up late posting to their blogs.