They must have had our house in mind when writing their
climbing lyrics. Our original 1914 home had a second floor (rafters in the attic)
only accessible by a rickety pull down ladder.Clint fell through this hatch while working upstairs, and we then realized
that permanent stairs were needed.After
months of geometric carpentry, the stairs were complete!I polished them off with a few coats of
paint.We pieced together the railing
from Second Use, a vintage salvage shop in Seattle. What will you find upstairs? Page, Bonham,
Plant, and Jones rocking 80s hits…on Guitar Hero.
When Mallory was asked why he climbed Mt. Everest, he quipped, “because it was there.” That’s not nearly as poetic as our housing venture, but it seems just as challenging to Clint and me. The vintage 1914 home was purchased at the height of the housing bubble—smart, we know. It is an ugly duckling home, but on its way up the amphibian hierarchy. I am setting a fairly optimistic goal of completing the remodel in 52 weeks. Friends and family insist that while it is my journal, it’s a goal imposed on Clint, as he is the one doing most of the work. This is a minor detail, and I see it as fulfilling my role as personal motivational speaker. So, with 6 months of matrimony under our belts, and 2010 spread before us, we begin our journey.
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