quintana place

I've been meaning to post photos of the house, project chaos, so here are some... they aren't in any kind of order, and for some reason the kitchen is the most photogenic, so there are a few of it in its stages. The cleanest-looking one, with the chambers stove in place, was taken just a couple minutes ago. Brian Calvert is featured wallpaper-steaming, and you can see my valentine roses, all dusty, in another with John drinking coffee. Jackson is in there somewhere. Working on the house has satisfied my craving for camping and wilderness, for now. Until spring, and, hopefully, less indoor entropy. I'm working on sprouting some Kashmiri apricot seeds that I got from Kargil for the garden. I don't know how they'll take to the globally warmed washington winters, but maybe they'll do ok.
I didn't take any photos of the basement, but I should have because it's funny. Faux brick wall paper over real brick, faux foam wood over real wood, faux stone over... I think concrete. Everything painted deep wine red or faux wood grain. The woman who lived here since 1953 was the grand most worthy matron for the Masonic order of the eastern star... maybe they had secret faux meetings in the basement.
Sorry I've been holed up and not communicating very well, now you know why. It's hard to emerge for the day looking civilized, much less acting it: