The balcony that this blog forgot . . .

Wow, it’s been more than a year since our last post. Back then we left you with a cliff-(actually balcony)-hanger, as we tore off the sagging balcony that had haunted us since day once. With the passage of time, I don’t think I can provide a detailed account of the construction that followed, but needles too say we have a new balcony. Here’s a picture from just days after it was finished.

Since then it has weathered a bit, gained some snazzy red chairs, and become a part of our daily life. It’s been fabulous, worth every penny. On sunny days there is nothing like hanging out on the balcony looking at our view. The cat perches on the railings, the toddler runs his mini bulldozers up and down its length, and we often leave the door open just to enjoy the breeze.

We’ll dig out the construction photos again someday. In the meantime, care to have a drink and watch some fireworks?


The big tear down

Almost two years since we bought the house, and our balcony project is finally beginning!

From the moment we moved in, we knew that we would eventually have to replace the balcony. This has been one of the great features about our house — the fabulous view is not something you can just order up and install. But it’s also been an eyesore and a downright hazard due to a poorly built extension, years of water damage, the resulting dry rot, and a dangerous railing.

So this past week it went bye-bye. The old balcony has been torn apart in preparation for a serious facelift. Stayed tuned for a grand unveiling in a few weeks.

Goodbye old balcony!

(If you want a sneak peek, take a look at our recent post about new porch railings. The balcony will match!)

Off the rails

Following our lame HGTV debacle (chronicled here), we decided to go ahead and make a few frontyard improvements on our own dime. First up, trying out some new railings on our stairs. Now our poor grandmothers have been subjected to our inadequate rail situation before. We apologize for the challenges involved in entering our humble abode.

Our sad absent stair rails.

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