Last weekend, if you love 'Merica, you celebrated by eating charred meat products and setting shit on fire to watch it go BOOM. I chose to embody the true spirit of our fine country and celebrated like our forefathers: by working my sweet Italian-American tush off. Nineteen hours straight, people. And you know what? I loved every moment of it. (Mostly because I got a walkie-talkie and a golf cart to zip around in.)
So between the shop, renovating the row house, The Jersey City Project events, and working part-time for the City I've had a busy summer. BUT Pete and I are still making progress on the house. Here's an overview:
Ta-da! The start of the insect gallery wall. (Side note: that entire night we heard loud noises coming from downstairs, but the alarm didn't go off so I figured no one was trying to kill us and it was just the Amityville pig having some fun. In the morning all the frames were on the floor. Major Velcro fail.)
And, lastly, Ernie is distraught by the fact that this upcoming weekend we need to rip out our new kitchen ... to install another new kitchen. Two steps forward, one step back. That's the motto of fixing up an old lady like this. BUT maybe this is the beginning of the end for the kitchen? Fingers crossed.