It Always Goes Back to the Shingles

Attic Support Added 

More Painting

It’s another rainy night and as good as any to get back to the dollhouse.  I couldn’t help but think about how my grandparents did so much crafting in  the space they created on their enclosed porch facing the river.  I find that although the space I work in is cramped and often comically
so, I appreciate being able to sit and work quietly and look out over the yard.  No music and no television.  Just progress.  Minus the multi-hour sitting I did during the Boston coverage, I’ve worked while looking out over the yard.

I’ve added the attic/roof support that required another dose of heavy books.  While that glue was drying, I moved on to draw the shingle lines  (never mind that I have yet to stain those shingles) and painting lines for the roof.  (The roof is substantial on this bungalow.)  Moving on, I painted the interior ceilings and once again progress has come to a standstill.  Nothing more can be assembled tonight, as the pieces are still wet from the first coat of paint.  It’s probably for the best as things are about to get more exact with the assembly of the porch railings and the dormers.