Well, It's Done - Sort Of

A couple of Thursdays ago, I came home from work and decided to solder the latest project.  I thought that solder and putty would take about three hours.  (It took 4.)  Tom said, "Why don't you wait until Saturday when you'll be rested and have a whole day to work?  You'll make mistakes if your tired."  I should have listened as now I can only see the blaring mistakes in the panel.  "She's a very expressive musician; too bad she can't sing in tune."  Fortunately, the panel can be pulled apart, the mistakes corrected.  Finally this weekend, I was home when it was light outside, hung the window and took a few pictures.

The front entry is fun. The little lights on either side of the door are jewels that Florence gave me for my 40th birthday.  Originally the backs were silvered as they were meant for use in jewelry when they were made 100 years ago.  An overnight soak in muriatic acid removed that.  The front door and oval window are tiny jewels that Florence gave me just for this project.




I've been told not to point out mistakes so I won't but the panel is now back down in the basement waiting to be fixed.

By the way, that vertical black streak in the sky is a bit of exterior paint from a paint job  before we moved into the house and seems impervious to razor blade, pressure washing, and everything else I've tried to remove it.