When attempting the restoration of wood windows, normal people take it a room at a time. You know, spread out the work. Don't overdo it.
I'm obviously not one of those people as I am speeding towards finishing them all. All of them. All forty of them. Which is an insanely large amount of windows to try to do all at once. This is where my OCD tendancies can be seen as helping me or hurting me depending on how strongly you feel about the wood windows versus my ability to get anything else done.
Aaron has been incredibly patient with the eerie light in here due to the 6 mil plastic sheeting and plexiglass.
And now, it is clear. I have gone over the edge.
My neighbor down the block lives in a house that is extremely similar in design to ours. Without proof, I would hazard a guess that eight of the houses on our block were a) built by the same builder, and b) a variant of the exact same design. She has our same Prairie-style windows.
When I walked out of the house one morning and saw the van from the window replacement company parked on the street at her front door, I hyperventilated a little.
There, on the curb next to the van, were the pieces for nine gorgeous hardwood Prairie-style windows. And her windows were in even better shape than ours. They just needed a tune-up and some decent integral weather stripping.
I asked the contractor about them. After looking at me like I was really nuts, he waved his hand at me. "Take them."
So, like a squirrel hoarding acorns, I toted them one-by-one down the block.
And here they are. At least three of them can be used to replace wood windows in our house that were going to be very difficult to repair because of exposure to the elements. (I guess storm windows weren't used as dilligently in the past on our house as they could have been.)
I'm like a little kid at Christmas time. The only downside so far?
Explaining to Aaron why there are now forty-eight windows in our house instead of forty. And thinking of a plan for what to do with the rest of them.