I'm turning green here,Jo! (And not because tomorrow is the 17th!)
What a wonderful oven. My daughters have fond memories of baking bread with their grandfather in his oven. He was a foreman, and once when he was working on building a road out in the sticks, he built an oven there as well, just for fun. He used to cook chicken marinated in wine in the residual heat from the bread, so bread-making day was always party day. We'd help with the bread-making, the whole family would descend on the hot loaves while the chicken cooked, then we'd eat chicken and sangria.
I showed the pictures to DH (hint, hint), but he just commented that you must be Italian and wandered off.
Great job! I know you will enjoy it.