When our block was being renovated two years ago I really learned the meaning of makeshift. You had to make the most of what you had.
The porch outside became almost non existent. We had a nice large table to seat 4-5 people for meals. We were told all furniture should be removed from outside, although we discovered that our collapsable table seating two was OK, although through the Summer there was no longer a chance to enjoy meals in the fresh air.
On the other hand you have to learn to make the most of what you have.
Our view of the garden was impaired by having scaffolding surround the building. However even scaffolding had its purpose. When the builders were not balancing on the scaffolding I found it quite useful for my potted plants and herbs.
I was used to a makeshift way of life from my London days. Mum never bought anything new if she could adapt it from what we had. I remember I was once on a visit and needed some cotton wool. The nice soft balls you use for perhaps an injury. I asked mum if she had any, knowing that it was not anything she would ever buy when a handkerchief or toilet paper would do but she produced a small ball of cotton wool. I was suspicious and had a closer look. It was not soft and fluffy but a little on the harder side. When I asked where she had it from. she told me it was inside a bottle of tablets. It was the material they used to keep the tablets dry. That was mum, where there was a will there was a way. She was from the older generation. When you survive two world wars you learn what makeshift is.