By the Lava Rock Fireplace

Last night was the old friend, girl party in torn up house night.  Some of my old pals came up to sit with me in the empty house, arranging all the food near the lava rock fireplace.  We ate, drank champagne, and then took the tour around the dangerous kitchen. 

My contractor asked me to let no one in there due to deadly consequences of nails, but I went ahead and did the evil thing and let them in, allowing them to see the empty spots where the dishwasher, floor, stove, and sinks used to be.

Next, we ventured downstairs into the second floor, the world of dog and cat smelling carpet, ugly ass paint, and need for big cleaning.  We stared at ourselves in the three way mirror, which was enough to send us all scurrying from the master bedroom.

Finally, we hit the bizarre third floor, with its attendant and more bizarre patio-like floor.

But it's a beautiful house.  The setting is gorgeous.  Fun was had by all.  It was too warm to light the fireplace, but we didn't need to.  It was cozy enough.

Jessica