There now remains just one small section of plasterboard to be painted. It's on the transom between the studio and the dining room and is the last piece of the mammoth renovation jigsaw which has been a major part my life for the last eight years. I have the paint and it would probably take me about 30 seconds to complete, but there's a big part of me which wants to leave it undone. There's something scary about saying "I've finished" and I want to hold onto the moment. I don't want this mad journey to end, I have enjoyed every challenge, every hurdle and every success that this old house has presented me with. It may not be perfect, but it's my not perfect.
I'm going to close the blog with a series of pictures which I hope will tell the story to this point on the road. With reference to the title of this entry, it's definitely better than where I started and I think sticking with it to the end has been the most massive achievement for a dillitante like myself.
In no particular order:
The kitchen
became this