Fit and finish. The final touches. This is where the real fun is. Seeing my long-held vision coalesce is truly satisfying, even though I’m still a few months from driving Sparta off her hilltop perch. No, nothing’s perfect. The bathroom wall still lists slightly. The repurposed cabinets accepted the stain begrudgingly and woefully few surfaces are either parallel or perpendicular. That’s OK. My early perfectionism has slowly given way to the reality that, if I ever want to use and enjoy Sparta, I had to let go. Sometimes perfect can be the enemy of good.
Here are a few pics: