Anyone who has ever built a new home can close their eyes and still smell the fresh scent of the pine wall studs.
I know I can, and walking into #1 sons house as it was being framed took me back to the time I first encountered that smell. I loved that smell then and I love it now.
I've been telling #1 son and #1 daughter-in-law that I love the house. I love the floor plan, I love the colors they have picked out, I love their ideas, I love their vision, but mostly you know, I just love them.
I stopped by to take a few snaps last week. This week the insulators are scheduled, followed by the arrival of sheet rock.
There are two levels, 1800 square feet on each, plus a three stall over sized garage to house what Brawn would say are the important things like saws and tools.
I know one thing for sure, #1 sons garage will never ever ever in a million years look like the inside of his dads garage.
Son would side with me any day of the week on the organizational skills of his dad, but we won't go there on that topic or my teeth will start to clench, my head will start to shake from side to side in a violent negative fashion, and I'll want to rip whole trees out by the root while appearing to choke them mid-trunk.
The house has been plumbed and wired, inspected, and the siders and masons are working on the outside. Pretty wonderful to have a father in law that knows his way around a truck of cement.
Equally as wonderful to be the spawn of a drywall contractor. When rock goes up it's a game changer in being able to actually see the rooms.
Their old house had some charming qualities like arched doorways that they knew they would miss, so they added some of those where they could to the new house.
It really can be the little things that make your own home stand out from all the others.
If I had to guess at the style the two of them like, I'd have to say they will be marrying a rustic look with some farmhouse, two styles that should work well together.
Waiting in the yard is an antique cast iron claw foot tub that will be refurbished and re-plumbed.
Claw and ball feet, and heavy as all get out.
There are also some old barn beams in the yard my son helped harvest from a family member of his wife, but I'm not sure what his plans are for those.
There will be a farmhouse sink that I want to have for my own, some rustic lighting, and many hand built touches made by my son, because unlike the opposite way he and his dad tend to their garage, when it comes to talent in building things the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
And speaking of apples.... there is a pretty tempting pile of dirt right now in the back yard for the apples of my eye.
I happen to know where they can get a pretty cool mud pie station to use up some of that dirt!
Until there are things like running water and sinks, it's probably best not to play in the dirt and mud at their new house, but I know at least one person who doesn't mind washing off a little pie from tiny fingers.
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