Hit The Ground Running

Nick and I are very excited. (We typically are.)

Our "little barn", which is the oldest barn on the property, built HUNDREDS of years before our existence, has been fueling our design fantasies for months.


It's back wall is buckling forward as a result of having asphalt poured into the interior of the structure by it's previous owner. (He was President of the I-Love-Asphalt, Let's-Pour-It-Over-Everything Fan Club.)

There are plans being hatched to re frame the wall with 2 4'x6' windows that Nick found in the trash. Below is the front side.

So last Sunday, Paul Dale, Milan's dad, was in the little barn and saw a pry bar. So NATURALLY he picks it up, no hesitation, and plunges it into the ground. The asphalt came apart! Fast forward an hour.

Let's just say we- ahem... hit the ground runnin'. I mean it was truly ground breaking. mwah mwah.

We also found this lovely clock!
We can't wait to put a proper floor in and get started on that wall. The "bunk house" is comin' along. (Remind me to tell you why we now call it the bunk house.)