So, I know it’s been two weeks since my last update—a lot has been happening! This is really the first moment I’ve had free to myself (and if I’m being honest with myself, I really should be doing laundry right now).
So much has happened since the last update that I’m struggling where to begin. In the time since I wrote the laundry confession above, I’ve changed into my pajamas, had a heartfelt conversation with Sophie, and taken some pain medication. I guess I better get to it or that last one might steal my mind before I lay it all out!
I guess the best place to begin is the roof. That’s right, we have a roof now! Nick was so excited by the prospect of it that he decided to use his lunchtime to watch the crane in action. My husband puts decent consideration into framing shots when he takes pictures, so it tickles me to no end that most of the pictures he uploaded of the crane lifting roof trusses are decorated with one of his fingers. Little boys: I don’t think they ever really grow up all the way. Big trucks are rad—too rad to pay attention to much else when one is nearby.
After the roof trusses were up, the house started really taking shape. It started becoming that design that we connected with so many months ago. The roof line reminds Nick of some of the Key West architecture that keeps us coming back to the Florida Keys year after year. Those proud peaks do something for me too, but I haven’t figured it out yet. All I know is that I like ’em.
The inside of the house really started coming together too! The first floor is mostly open concept (the only “separate” rooms are an office and a half-bath), so there wasn’t a lot left to frame down there. The second floor is where all the walls suddenly took shape one day! I’ve gone through a range of really silly, frankly—no better word for it—blonde observations.
A great example of this would be my [internal] reaction to seeing the second floor with a roof: aww…sad face. It looks so closed in now! It looked so big and airy…when there wasn’t a ceiling. [pause] Oh…
But as the the plans slowly take shape, everything seems pretty much perfect actually. The last several appointments with vendors have been especially exciting because the subject matter feels less like a hypothetical project.
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. The framing is this marvelous, slow-motion process that, while gratifying (watching something rise from nothing), feels a little like you’re stuck behind a caterpillar. Eventually, you adjust to the slower pace, and it’s cool. It’s easy to follow, low stress, perfect for multitasking. Then: BOOM.
The framing is nearly complete; now the madness ensues.
Windows and doors were delivered and installed last week. Those were the first selections we made during the process, and I think they look pretty wonderful installed. We accepted early on that we were lucky to be able to build a home bordering a conservancy (we kept hearing from various sources that lots bordering the conservancy sold out shortly after we closed on ours). What better way to honor that than to install as many windows as possible facing that protected grove?
The most exciting part of the last week, hands down, was watching the front door installation. The door will be stained to complement the rest of the exterior once that work has completed. We are going to use a similar glass pattern used in the decorative door glass in the transom windows and possibly the pantry doors and some of the kitchen cabinets in the future.
The vendor appointments we were given as homework are all complete (well ahead of schedule I might add), but we are in the process of choosing finishing touches that might prove to be our undoing (but hopefully not). Everything has gone so smoothly so far, but this is largely due to Nick letting me take the reigns. Now he’s decided to have an opinion…the NERVE! Just teasing…I want him to be happy with everything too of course. But I almost had an anxiety attack in a lighting warehouse today because I thought the foundation of our relationship was in jeopardy. The style he loves I hate. It’s the first time he’s truly challenged me on anything I selected, and it had to be on the foyer light fixture. Seriously? Why couldn’t he pick his battle on some light in a less show-stopping location?
Just an FYI for anyone about to go light shopping: light warehouses are warm and overwhelming…but beautiful and incredibly sparkly.
Today was our “exposure visit” only, so no decisions were made today. We’ll go again soon to spend a small fortune, and it will be easier then. This is what we did for plumbing fixtures, and that selection appointment was easy and without stress. After I swallowed back the near-tears today (yes, I was that bothered that our tastes were so different), Nick wandered away from me. I took the chance to wander myself until he came charging to find me. “I have a compromise that I think you’ll like!”
It was on a pendant light design (we have three of them over the kitchen island), and I did like it, he was right. So we just need to either find a focal-point chandelier in the same mix of glitzy-industrial or one of us needs to fold. We’ll see which fixtures are still in our minds by the time we visit the showroom again.
One last update on the house before it’s a wrap: they finally poured the basement! It’s a much bigger thing than a one-sentence statement at the end of a novella—but it isn’t sparkly nor was it contested, so it isn’t getting as much fanfare. More to follow!