The problem with working in airplane hangars is that they’re never all that pretty. That’s why I got Martin to switch gears and come help me with a project upstairs in the house before we take off for a change of scenery.

Wait a second. I guess this project isn’t entirely pretty either. But it’s behind the bathtub. And I love that tall person tub.

Our washing machine and dryer were an Ebay score. They are both… wait for it… German appliances. I thought of living dryer free like we did in Germany and the tire house. I’ll be honest, though. The thought was fleeting. I felt like I could better spend my hours of “hausfrau chores” focusing on things besides hanging wet clothes and doing all that ironing. I mean, we just have so much cleaning and labor that we need to do at the airport.

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One glance out of Gadanke‘s studio’s window into the hangar, and I spotted this blur of primary colors going to town on the stained airplane hangar floor.

Hello man in rubber gloves!

I tried to get a shot of him from the back end, but he’d already flipped around. There were just a lot of random “things” stuck all over the hangar floor. The little globs of drywall mud… umm. Those were me. The painters tape and duct tape… those were markers that showed you where to part certain airplanes. Of course, a number of said airplanes no longer exist on this airstrip. They haven’t been around for years.

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Since we talked about clothes a little bit ago, I thought the timing was too good to be true. We installed some closet shelving! Kazoos. Tambourines. Cupcakes with swirls of buttercream. We’re excited.

I won’t even show you what it looked like behind that pocket door before the shelving went in. Let’s just say Montana Blizzard in January.

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