An Architect's Pride

The $1.4 million house we viewed on Saturday during the local Parade of Homes Tour was stunning, we all agreed. So after walking through five houses that were impressive with their sumptuousness, yet depressing in their formality because we all agreed that we could never really feel comfortable in such stuffy and screaming-for-attention-and-approval spaces, I suggested to the group that we all drive out to see my house. Amazingly, they all readily agreed. I didn't expect that. Not sure why -- or at least I'm not sure I want to admit why.

The last time any of the other five people had seen my house, there was no drywall on the studs between the rooms. There was no plaster texture on the dry wall. There were no door frames in place. There were no soffits, fascia boards, cedar shingles on the walls or the roof. There was no stone being installed on the outside of the house. There were no bathroom fixtures, no decks, and the gypcrete hadn't yet been poured over the PEX tubing in the floors for the radiant floor heat system.

While there is still over two months of work yet to be done, which I was visualizing, I also realized that they hadn't seen the progress that had been made in the past three months.

The individual rooms and spaces were now apparent. The exposed interior glulam beams and ceiling joists were quite striking. The character of the house was starting to shine through. And... while the wind was roaring outside at 40 miles per hour, you wouldn't know it from inside the house. That puppy is solid, well-insulated, and quiet.

No, I still don't have photos.

Perhaps tomorrow...