The neighborhood we moved into has some truly historic
homes. Well, as far as the West is concerned, they’re old. Anything over 50
years can be considered for informal or even formal historic status. Now,
before the comment section lights up with arguments, I know there are some who
view asking for a Historic designation for your house like asking for a hole in
the head. Personally, I love history. I love old. Maybe that’s why I tat. Ya
thingkkkkk
Anyway, the houses are mostly older. “Nob and tube” wiring,
chimneys that no longer vent fireplaces, single pane windows that maybe seal,
lots of nooks and crannies for “extra” residents, layers and layers and layers
of paint, and so on. Getting to know your neighbors here means trading stories
of figuring out when and how the house was remodeled, trying to “modernize” the
house without ruining the character, and furry creatures that don’t purr or
bark. It seems the bigger the house, the bigger the spiders too. All that said,
the adventure has been fun so far. I enjoy rolling up my sleeves, putting on
the gloves to keep the hands cleaner, and finding what there is under all
that….whatever. At the end of the remodel work sessions, it feels good to sit
in the window bench with my shuttles. Mid-century Modern has nothin’ on this!
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