Well I’ll tell you. It all started nearly a year ago, when I made a donation to our local parish. They have a casino night each January to raise funds for school programming. Part of the event is a silent auction, for which parishioners donate prizes ranging from artwork to electronics. I’d just finished doing gingerbread houses for the blog so I figured: why not? “Your house rendered in gingerbread” for a recommended donation of $75.
I figured I was pretty safe from a major time commitment since most of the houses around here are simple, turn-of-the-century Kentucky bungalows or boxy Victorians. What I neglected to consider was one corner of the neighborhood that’s peppered with 50’s-era chalets. Wouldn’t you just know that the family who won the house would live in one of them…a high-peak three-bedroom with four dormers, two additions off the rear and a tricky set-back front porch containing several arches.
The house directly across the street was a two-story cube, but when they refused to consider moving into it I had no choice. I got out my compass and protractor and started drawing. I had the main structural walls up last weekend, with an awful lot of detail work still to do. Then something happened. A big work project that was supposed to take up half of Thursday and most of Friday was canceled. The wife was teaching, the kids were in school and the skies were too dark and grey for any Joe Pastry photography. I saw my opportunity and I took it.
Which is why I spoke naught of popovers last week. I’ll tell you this though: I learned a lot about Swiss-inspired American architecture. It’s fussy and a lot more complicated than it might seem at first. Fortunately the deal didn’t include decorating or I’d still be applying Necco wafer roofing tiles. Whew! This year I’m donating a gift certificate to Applebees!