In an email post today, Stan's sister Sosie lamented the many projects she hasn't been able to get to since her recent retirement.
We commiserate.
Problem was, there was still this detail left: the fussy moulding that was to crown the top, a fancy wedding-cake finish to set off the new angles in the closet expansion, wasn't done yet. Energy was down. The trim had been started, some dentil pieces cut and glued and a first course was in place. But there the project had stalled, stuck in neutral, mired somewhere deep in the List of Things To Do.
You'd think, Sosie, with Stan retired and with all that free time on his hands, this shouldn't happen, right?
Fast-forward 14 months or so to this fine morning. Today would be the big day to get the wedding cake moulding finally screwed, glued, attached and painted. Not sure what triggered it, but so it was. With Kathleen proudly recording this long-postponed event, here is the result. What do you think? Elegant Victorian Boudoir -- or Whorehouse Moderne?
Frankly, Stan doesn't care anymore. It is finished.
