Archives for the month of: November, 2011

This past week was busy, with zero time for blogging. I wanted to post a few more of Angela Parris’ photos though, this time with a focus on the exterior of the house. There are a few of these that I particularly like.

First, it’s hard not to feel happy looking at Sacha the dog’s rabbit impersonation. She’s in her element on a hiking trail and I think her dog-like happiness is captured nicely. Plus, I have a good memory of K’s story of our daughter, looking at this photo and laughing so hard she fell off her chair.

I also love the close up of the big brackets that shows off the patina that’s starting to form on the galvanized steel. I can’t believe it was just a year ago (less really) that these were being built. There’s another detail in this shot that’s cool, too. See the weep hole, right in the middle of the bracket where the wood posts meet? If you look carefully you’ll notice that its shape is identical to the shape of the overall bracket. Nicely done, Mr. Melcher.

Finally, we have such a beautiful trail around our property, and there’s  one spot in particular affords a pretty fantastic view of the house. All in all, good stuff!

Click for the bigger versions.

One of the cool things about the Metro Magazine shoot, at least from my perspective, is that we ended up with some beautiful family photos. Looking through the blog the other day I realized I’ve never posted a picture of myself. In fact I have very few of me and L and K from any time. I’m generally the one taking pictures, and as a result, I’m not in them.

It’s very cool that Jesse was able to join us for some of these. The picture below with all of us is one of my favorites from the day. Of course you have to notice the missing window trim. I’ll get to this…any day now…

I also love the shot of me and Lyra. Really beautiful exposure.

Thanks again to Angela Parris.

This past August I received an email from a friend that’s the editor of Spokane Metro, a regional fashion/home/food and wine magazine. Metro has especially clean design, fills an important media niche in Spokane, and I appreciate their effort to launch a media vehicle at a time when it’s hard for print publications to get traction. Cheryl Anne wanted to feature our house in the November issue.

I mostly thought this was an idea bordering on insanity. It’s one thing to post pictures on an anonymous blog. It’s another to invite 100 or so people to check out your house on an architecture tour. But to be photographed for a magazine while still under construction? I’ll use the word once more. Insanity.

Alas, I’m a sucker for helping a friend, plus Cheryl Anne agreed that the story of how we worked hand in hand with Matt and Jesse made for an interesting angle. (Well, figuratively hand in hand. I didn’t really walk around holding hands with Jesse and Matt.) K and I agreed long ago that we would look for ways to help our builder and architect, and publication certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Flash forward to the end of September. We spent a three-day weekend finishing cabinets, touching up paint and generally getting organized to find something a photographer could shoot with a straight face. Don’t get me wrong, the house was beautiful. It wasn’t complete though. Trim was missing, there were big piles of topsoil scattered around the landscape…you get the idea.

Angela Parris met us to take photographs, full of enthusiasm and (great) attitude. She spent a couple of hours at the house, taking an approach of shooting what was there, vs. trying to stage something that wasn’t. Not a small thing in my mind.

Last week Metro hit the newsstand and the article looks fantastic. You should buy a copy. Really, support Metro. You can buy a copy at Auntie’s in downtown Spokane, or Barnes & Noble.

Yesterday Angela emailed. She put together a gallery of her favorite shots that didn’t make it into the magazine. This was very, very cool of her, and last night our family had a great time checking them out. We thought you might too, so I’ll post some over the next few days.

Angela was a lot of fun. She was game for heading out on the hiking trail to get a shot from a far. She laid down in the meadow to take pictures of me and L. And she put up with Sacha the dog, who given half a chance would have licked/slobbered on/stolen  Angela’s speedy (and I’m sure expensive) lenses. If you need a photographer, I’d give her a call.

Today…shots of the entry and one of the board-formed concrete walls. Check out the sweet depth of field and sparkly bokeh. These make me want to run out to Huppin’s and plunk down on a digital SLR and a fast lens. Sadly (for me) though it’s the photographer, not the camera, that makes a great picture.

I’d love to know what you think of Angela’s work.

I’ve been thinking more and more about K’s thought that each passing season will make the house feel like home. I really like this idea, and it should make for an exciting year. We’re most definitely heading towards winter. Yesterday morning I was enjoying a morning cappucino, reading the paper while L caught up on the latest high-jinks of Scooby Doo and friends. K was out on her ritual run. The meadow was covered in frost,  with a thick layer of fog barely beginning to rise. That’s life in the Palisades. Morning fog is a part of life during the winter months.

It was eerie, beautiful and altogether relaxing. Channeling the truth that the best camera is the one that’s in your hand, I snapped a quick pic from the kitchen with my phone.

We’ll have a more detailed post soon, but this weekend we made a quick trip down to the farming town of Spangle, Washington to pick up a buffet/sideboard/credenza K wants to refinish and turn into a much needed piece for the dining room. On the way back we couldn’t help but take a picture of the reader board on one of the few stores in Spangle. “Gitcher.” My new favorite non-word.

To read the sign you may need to click on the image for the big version. Funny stuff!

tidy shoe rack

a place for everything ...

Finally. Finally! My closet is complete. I have been waiting very patiently for some time to free up so that we could work on the last essential closet element: the shoe rack. In our old house, right before we moved, A built me a super-fabulous shoe rack of a similar style. I loved it SO much, but didn’t really get to spend enough time with it before we moved. Then, in our temporary house, I was back to more of what I was used to in every other house I ever lived in, which is insufficient shelving leading down a dark road to a sad, messy shoe jumble.

But now. Look at it! There are 10 tidy shelves that nearly reach the top of the closet. It brings overwhelming peace to my heart and mind to have all my shoes lined up in such a clean and organized fashion. I already know I am a little OCD, so you don’t have to whisper about it.

Let me just also point out the beautiful design of this product, dreamed up by my fabulous husband. Sure, he could have sent me off to a large store that carries shelving and other organizational supplies and said,”Just get something,” but instead he planed wood and used biscuits and put a sweet little trim piece around the edge to create something not only extremely functional, but lovely to boot.

I’ll just say this though. When we met, I was truly a clogs-only kind of gal. One day, A got me a gift of these sweet shiny red pumps. I would never in a million years at that point in my life have ever even considered adding something like that to my wardrobe. But there they were. They were comfy. They were so stylish! I was completely hooked! Not my fault!

So now, I can say, without exaggeration, that I adore shoes. And even more, I love that I have a pretty place to put them.

The last symbol of fall.

On the way to work today it hit me like a ton of bricks. The season is changing, and changing quickly. As I drove past a grove of aspen, the road was more green and yellow than black asphalt. And while there are still vibrant colors, especially on some of the bigger trees, we’re definitely past the autumn foliage peak.

I hope she writes a more expansive post about this some other time, but last week K and I were talking about whether the house now feels like a home. This is a question we often get from friends and family. K’s thought–and I quite like this–is yes it’s feeling like home, but you don’t really know a house until you’ve lived with it through the seasons.

We’re heading into the tail end of our first season together in Spokane’s Palisades. And it’s indeed feeling like we have a home.

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