This is kind of glorious--my dad has given me this salvaged stained-glass window he had in his attic. It originally came from my grandmother's CMA church which was torn down in the 80's.
It's going in the big west window behind the kitchen sink. There's still plenty of space to look out and see the woods and sky. It's going to be beautiful!
The Composer hasn't hung it yet and it's sitting on two paint cans so we can see if we like the placement. Daisy's friend Josie was over visiting. "Is that window always going to be sitting on those cans of paint?' she asked. "No," we said, "that's just for now." Thoughtful pause. "What cans of paint *will* it sit on?"