is a lesson that I got a good reminder in recently. Earlier this week, southern Indiana had it's first somewhat vicious spring thunderstorm. At school later that day, I jokingly said that it wouldn't bother me if a few shingles got ripped off our roof so that I could get it replaced. My siding is beige, and my shutters and garage door are now black, but the roof is a brownish-red. I'm not in love with it by any long shot of imagination, especially now that the shutters and garage door are finished.
repurposed clock project
2 days ago