Gentrification: Stained Glass on Garden Shed

You can’t really see it very well from this shot snapped during a recent drizzle (that is to say any daylight hour over the past two months) but now in place an 18″- square stained glass window found by our intrepid buyer of such things after repeated visits to places like Black Dog Salvage in Roanoke. It had to be Goldilocks just right and it had to be in place by the time the grand daughters came to visit. It was, but just barely. They arrived late last night and are still sleeping.

What you can’t see is that SWMBO insisted I install a little shelf under the otherwise flush-set window upon which to set a battery-powered window candle that automatically goes on when it gets dark.

Inside the shed, 2×4 steppers rise to the level of the shed-wide worktable under the two old house windows, and from there, more 2×4 rungs carry you to the loft (complete with safety rail) where I feel sure the wife has had more enjoyment imagining being a little girl up there than the real (and temporary and very infrequent) little girls in our lives will ever realize.Who am I do deny her such fantasies? We all must have dreams and whimsy.

So ramp it up a notch: first, the copper capped Gulag fence posts, now the stained glass garden shed. Can it be long before Starbucks will want to put a store in Roscoe Willis’ old place down the road and we start referring to the neighborhood as Goose CreeQue Meadows?