After the roof on the carport was complete, the walls were next. 

Ya’ll…calling the walls “walls” is a big stretch. The owner who built the garage in the 70’s decided to puzzle piece the walls together with whatever he could get his hands on. I’m sure in the 70’s, code was non existent and whatever was good.

Many years and many bad repairs resulted in cutting walls with a sawzall.

The walls had weeds and more weeds growing through them.

Behind the plywood and the weeds, there were old windows.

What????? Old windows??? Be still my heart.

Do I want them? What do you think?

Each weekend, we tore down one section of wall. We could only do one wall at a time because we could leave the walls open for all the word to see our beautiful junk! 

Plus, it was hard, stinking, dirty, disgusting hard, sweaty, boiling in the sun work. Thank goodness we couldn’t do more than one wall at a time.

Here’s a close up of one of the walls.

The boards aren’t even touching the floor. Not much structurally integrity do you think? 

New walls going up! 

One of the best days during this renovation was when our electrician showed up to give us lights!

Lights I say!!!

No more stretching extension cords from the house. Glory!!!

This week we are getting ready for the garage door people to come do a last measure and we are starting to give things a permanent home.

Look at my color coordinated spray paint wall.

Whoop Whoop!

The small things make me happy.

Be happy friends, it’s a great day.

Charma