I tend to get overly sentimental about silly things. Sometimes, this can be good, like the way I've come to love the little imperfections of our 'lived-in' house. But other times, I know I need to let go but can't. Like our windows--I love the charm of our 1940s wood rope and pulley windows. They let in so much light throughout the day. I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that new ones will be better--energy wise, health wise (no mildew), and just the fact that they will open--and they've already been ordered! BUT I'm really going to miss the one old window next to my side of the bed. It's the only old one that's not painted shut, the one that I've napped next to, relishing in the intense sun and soft breeze coming through it, the one I taught Kobe to jump through before we had a door out back. Yes, the new window will let in light and wind, but there's just something about the giant opening when the window's up and the bits of paint that never got completely scraped off the panes.
Part of getting new windows is pulling down the old mini-blinds, which creates the perfect opportunity to change some of the window treatments. I'm still thinking about Roman shades. My brother-in-law was able to use his old blinds parts to make Roman shades, so maybe I'll do that.
I'm photographing the cracks and (bb?) holes in the old windows--can you tell I'm trying to convince myself they're old and need to go? It's hard to see the hole (up above the street), but I loved the way you can see the reflection of Kobe basking in the sun behind me.
Well, back to enjoying that morning sun before a UV coating blocks it out :)