Our bedroom just shrunk.
And at the same time, I just received the biggest closet of my life.
Many of you asked if we’ll be using pocket doors anywhere. And yep! The closet will have a pocket door. That way we can maximize the flexibility in the bedroom.
Hey. Look at this… Talk about creatures of habit! All the tools tend to hang out in here when not in use. I’ve had that hammer since I was about eight years old.
If you want, you can go ahead and stand up at your desk for a quick second. Shake your bum. Make little fists and twist your arms back and forth. Smile like crazy. And nod your head to that imaginary music.
Are you doing it?
‘Cause man, oh man. We’re doing it here!
Some steady changes are happening at the hangar loft. The most obvious is in the kitchen.
That’s our pantry in the left corner. It’s huge and wonderful.
Martin and I burn the midnight oil at the hangar. We plan. We talk. We dream.
I was flipping through the “Love Where We Live” minibook from Gadanke that I’m keeping for our hangar home, and this page made me smile.
I woke up calculating the layout for the kitchen electric on Tuesday. Then last night, all I could dream about was laying tile. There’s pretty much no escaping it. And Martin’s doing the exact same thing, except his dreams are more technical about R-values for insulation or some crazy awesome plumbing torches.
We’re thinking of construction projects all the time. It pretty much means if the progress has come to a standstill, it’s probably because I’m busy petting Pete the Carpenter’s dog instead of working. Oops.
“How’s it hangin’?” That’s about all we can think about, talk about, or sing about these days. Yep. You heard me admit it here, folks. I’m singing about our ceilings. (Someone help me.)
Building ceilings inside an existing structure isn’t exactly easy. That’s why we plan on putting them up piece by piece. The first segment is already up in the bedroom. Yahoo!
So many changes happen at the hangar remodel these days.
It seems almost impossible to Martin and me that this space looked like this six months ago:
Can you just not believe it, too?
I feel our home slowly coming together, and I’m so excited. All the adventures (like learning to fly airplanes) and experiences (like living overseas) have wrapped themselves into my heart, and I see the influences slowly come alive as Martin and I plan how we want our home to look and function.
I’m an American splitting life between a 480 square foot apartment in Berlin, Germany and – get this – a house made of old tires in the Rocky Mtns.
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