Last night we drove out to Brooklyn to collect the remaining buildings for the window. It was a little horrifying.
Finnian, in his wisdom, said, "Mom, you're screwed." I was too busy collecting my bottom lip off the floor to remind him that his language was less than eloquent. Or maybe it was perfectly eloquent. I am screwed.
But perhaps now is the time to take a deep breath, rub some more ben-gay on my hands and just get to work. Howard and Julie did make gorgeous buildings. Totally insanely detailed, but gorgeous. I hope I can do them justice.
I may have to retreat to my underground lair to finish this (can Dick Cheney knit?). I will post more pictures after the installation.