Old Window

With cooler nights we returned to working on the attic bathroom, we could get away with the gaping hole we called a ‘window’ for summer, but not any longer.  I scoured our old window supply to find one that would fit the opening to no avail.  The thought crossed our mind (briefly) to order one new…paying money for it, waiting for it and it would be ‘new’ in our old house…nope, I decided to keep looking.  I climbed up a small ladder to the side of the old chicken house, which currently houses nothing, and stole/re-purposed a window from the old shed.

The window was a tad too small, so My Loving Spouse had to build it up a bit.  Build the frame, paint it and install the window….all before we lifted it in place with these important words…

“Be careful when we put it in place we don’t push it out the hole and it goes crashing to the ground..”

‘Ahh…good to know…that would be a Bad British Word’

Luckily for us all that didn’t happen and we installed it like pros.It swings open on the side for ventilation like many windows in England.  My Loving Spouse was thinking ahead about small children playing with the window when they are supposed to be showering and the window slamming shut on their fingers, not that any of our future grandchildren would do something like that, but you might be visiting with yours and they would probably try it.The hardware is quite pretty and could possibly be wasted on a bathroom window, but oh well.Small steps once again, and although the look might still be a tad rough, if you are the one sitting on the only other functioning item in this bathroom in the middle of a cold night, you’d probably think it is just lovely.