For those of you who have been following this blog, you might remember my random encounter/love-at-first-site experience with a derelict pilot house back in October of last year.
Well, a few weeks after I saw it I decided to go back and start knocking on doors until I could track down the owner. I eventually did and learned it was rescued from a 1920's era salmon fishing boat that was recently demolished. Since then, I've spent the last few months negotiating the details of how I could bring this into my life.
Today it finally came home and is now sitting in my garden, propped up on blocks! To say it needs a lot of work is a gross understatement, but I'm so happy to have it. It's not just about the structure itself (though it is pretty cool!) but what it represents to me. As a dreamer and a die-hard romantic, living in this "get real" world of ours can sometimes be a difficult and deeply disappointing experience. So when something magical like this actually comes together it makes me hopeful that dreams and romantic notions really can come true.