We are literally a grow house… I have no green house, so the kitchen is the makeshift plant room. The lights and heat mats and cords and watering and misting is getting old. One of these winters Paul will build a better system… when he has five spare minutes and nothing else is on fire.
I adore anything old, vintage, antique, musty, peeling, dirty, dusty, phenomenal, giant, ornate, Victorian, heavy, shiny, or in need of rescue. Regardless of cost, effort, or aggravation to Paul. So? How much do I love these? Even more, than Paul loved hauling roughly six-hundred-pounds of concrete. see all my favorite Craigslist finds!