There just isn't enough time in a day when I am working on my art. I get intensely involved in it and time goes by so fast - too fast - and every so often I have to step back from it to let the moment sink in. At least that's the plan.

I've been deep in the creative process on the manor, and even completed so much of the exterior that I had to move to the interior. 

There was an incident that involved a warped roof... Who would have thought "glue + cardboard + foamcore = warped"? Well, likely some kind of science person, but I was blindsided... So I tore the roof off and brought out the heavy artillery. Yes. The Glue Gun.

Like most crafters I have a love/hate relationship with the glue guns of this world. It always seems if I'm not searing my fingertips, I am streaming the finest threads of glue in web-like wisps around my art, or I am gluing  two pieces together that I hadn't intended to glue and then in realization of my error, ripping and shredding and oh the cursing involved. 

So I've learned to use the gun as a last resort, or, such as in cases as this, as that incredible bonding agent that no force on earth can equal.  As a result, I have a roof that isn't as warped as it had been. And two burned fingers.

Trim for the windows! Don't be fooled by the seemingly endless amount of workspace here - The space I work in is usually much, much smaller.

The chimney is complete and I LOVE how the pipes turned out.

Ah, Mr Gilderplunk peering from an unfinished window.

And here is some of the electrical wiring that I am snaking throughout the house and hiding in cupboards, chimneys and everywhere possible. I was feeling very accomplished when I followed the instructions and created 3 sets of battery-operated  LED lights with little on/off switches. The parlor fireplace lights are an engineering masterpiece as far as I'm concerned.