blueprints to my heart

house1.jpgCan you believe that I have been discussing The Little Barn for over two months now, and I have yet to show you the blueprints? I’ve shown you guys our lot, our design ideas, our windows, our exterior materials, our appliances, and more recently, our spare bedroom inspiration, but nothing on our finished plans! #Whoops #ItSlippedMyMind

What began as my husband and I drawing up our visions of a home that suited our current needs, and hopefully those going into the near future as well, then turned into our contractor modifying the design ever so slightly on his computer, to finally, an architect adding his part with professionally drawn blueprints. While the scanned pictures that you will see today pale in comparison to our own stunning copies, I hope that it will do the trick in giving you further insight into the making of our new home. 

house2house3house1I’ve stared at these prints so many times that they no longer seem surreal. Yet, I will never forget the first time that they were physically handed to us. We were standing in our contractor’s driveway, in 30°C weather, and using his scalding black SUV as a tabletop. I couldn’t have been more thrilled about seeing our future home from so many different angles, and with such precise measurements and detail. It could have been the heatstroke, but I swear that up until that point, nothing had made me more happy in our real estate trials thus far than these long white sheets of paper with scribbles all over them. (Literally scribbles. Our contractor proceeded to scribble all over them.)

Oh, house building. How we thrive on such small successes.

<3

Emory

2 Comments

  1. She’s a charming little beauty. You are most certainly enjoying the process. Treasure it.

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  2. G

     /  08/22/2014

    Sitting here waiting in traffic and reanalyzing our blueprints. They just seem to look better and better to me!! I cannot wait!!!

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