Here you can see the new counter top, still needing primer and paint, but looking ever so fetching. Below is yet another (snore) photo of the shop, still clad only in primer, though I'm aiming to change all that throughout the rest of the week. Melly, the place positively glowed this afternoon when I was back in there. Stunning. Bright and clean and wonderful. Thank you for the help. Speaking of, remember Dude Who Hauls Stuff? He also brought a teen aged slave, er, *son* with him to help cart stuff away. They did not flinch about the 'haul' and Dude, who is a firefighter in real life, was so nice to the kids, chatting away with Joe like he'd known him forever. Joe, of course, was thrilled... he gets his rachetjaws from me...
( I should add that this is only about the half-way point, and that, on our way out of town, we noticed a few errant chunks of wallboard on the street. Franklin is home to the world's most bored street sweeper, so I'm sure she'll have things tip-top by breakfast.)
Also, to all you bloggers out there. I am still reading and soaking up all your greatness... I'm just too tired to post many comments. I am thinking of you all... Stephanie and Gaylen, show me your monkeys (yeah, Steph, that does feel dirty!) and to all you knittas out there, have a good (crayon-free) evening. Crafty-chick smooches. Cami
p.s. redrhonda has joined this madness. She is casting on monkeys *right now* (yay)