Moving the Cottage.

Hey... thanks for all that Ellie LOVE! Had a great party! More on that later this week. For now...

Meet Steven. Not the horse whisperer. Not the King of pop. Nope... just... THE COTTAGE MOVER!

Oh, and his trusty assistant, Ellie Susanne.
In another of her interesting clothing combinations.... an ugly tank top, much too small leggings, and new flipflops.

Work it, girl!

ANd waaaaay back there in my garden, you can see my little cottage.

It is the last picture I will ever have of my cottage tucked up in its former spot.

Yep, there she is, in all her glory!

Steven and crew had to take off the front porch and balcony to get this monstrosity of a trailer/ steel frame/ axel thingy up under it.

And this is Connor. He is Steven's boy. And I was so impressed that he was at work with his dad everyday. I think more kids should learn about work at an early age. Not necessarily DO the work, but at least see how much is involved in earning a living. That will be for another day!

Whoooooa Nellie.... here she comes!

Admittedly a little bittersweet.

We had to cut down a hickory tree to get it out. I can't stand to cut a tree!

But it had to happen, sacrificiously, for ol' Bessi to get to her new home.

Steven taped up the windows to keep them from cracking.

Lots of the cottage windows are really, really old and single paned.

Well, she is down the hill, and now the real production begins. The first to show up... the state troopers who would be accompanying this convoy.

We also had to call in the cable company AND the phone company to help with lines along the route.

One of Steven's hands apparently RODE in the loft of the cottage and took pictures for me through the back window. I had to go to work, so I left him in charge of all photo documentation. He did a pretty fine job, I must say!

Here she comes down a major thoroughfare here in West Monroe.

Stopping again to measure and lift lines.

As I see it, it was quite the orchestrated production!

But if Todd asks, it was super simple, easy breezy and CHEAP! (not!)

Ahhhh.... the we made it to the new homeplace.

See Staci and Don's house way over there?!

Come on in, Bessie. You are home!

I made it out to the BAH in time to witness this final setting of the cottage. I DID NOT want to leave this detail to BOYS!

Steven was so patient with me as I flailed my arms around in the air, saying, no a little more angle to the right... no back to the left...

I guess he has a wife! He understands the ways of the woman.

So, from the front right side of the house, this is the view, SANS landscaping, of course!

Getting closer. Closer.

Yes, I think I am liking that angle. I think we are about there....

I went inside to check it from every room. I can view the young uns playing in it from my private den off my bedroom, my bedroom, the screened porch, the kitchen, the dining room, and Todd's outside cooking area.

Yep. I think it is in the perfect place. Stay tuned tomorrow for more details and a final picture of Bessie in her new spot. Thanks, Steven, for putting up with my neurosis and getting it perfect!

Mo

Oh, and I just found out that the voting is due next week for the Best of the Delta. Do me a favor. Go HERE, and vote for Melanie Massey Physical Therapy as best therapy clinic. If feeling ambitious, also vote for Accountant, my friend Tashia, and Dance class... Linda Lavendar School of Dance! Thanks for voting! Just enter your email and start clicking. I appreciate it. Mo

Oh, thanks Sandy... I also forgot... vote for Spoiled Rotten, as children's clothing store!! Oops. That is Staci's store! Mo