Today Laurel and I, along with neighbors Tim and Jan, trekked up I-5 to Portland to pursue a dream. More accurately, six of them -- the new homes featured in the 2010 NW Natural Street of Dreams.
We enjoy looking at fancier houses than ours, as do many other people, judging from the crowded Street of Dreams parking lot, even on a Monday. This seems to be partly a lifestyles of the rich and famous sort of voyeurism, and partly a desire to get ideas for fulfilling homeowner desires.
(Guess that's why this is called a Street of Dreams.)
As you'll see from my photo comments below, Laurel gets turned on, architecturally speaking, by different stuff than I do. I'd forgotten that my camera was set on VGA mode, so the quality of the photos improves after I remembered to change the setting.
In house #1 we thought, "Man, it'd be great to be a kid again who sleeps and plays in this terrific piece of furniture." Bed is up the stairs. Play room and storage is through the "secret" door in the middle.
The master bathroom was about as big as an apartment I had in college.
Amazingly, this was the walk-in closet for the master bedroom. We thought the wood work was overdone. Why not have clothes out in the open where you can see them, rather than hidden away in drawers? (If you can afford this house, you're going to have nice clothes that deserve to be seen.)
What gets her blood pumping are walk-in closets, of which we have precisely zero in our 1973-era house. But she couldn't understand why the mirror only showed the mirroree from the waist down, basically.
In between houses #2 and #3 we couldn't resist taking a look at a maxi-motor home. Jan likes to camp. This is how you do it in style, complete with an outside TV in case the sunset isn't worth watching.
We liked the open layout of the house, which reminded us of our own home. But this is what divides the master bedroom (and hence, bed) from the living room and kitchen. When the kids are up watching TV, mommy and daddy need to be quiet in their intimate moments.
Great media room. But with two rows of seating, I felt that if I lived here and watched TV by myself, I'd be thinking "where are my friends?" (Of course, if I lived in this house, I have a feeling that suddenly I'd have lots of friends. Or at least, people who wanted to come over to my house and pretend they were my friends.)
Pretty classy exercise room for a private home.
I liked how the stones made this bathroom sink look. But brushing my teeth in it would seem so wrong. (Would I have to notify DEQ of an environmental pollution?)
Looking at the master bedroom, Laurel and I realized that our bed is way behind the architectural times.
Moving from a $1,700,000 house to the final stop on the Street of Dreams (actually several streets, as a van transported us around the Skyline neighborhood), a $148,000 modular house, not counting the lot and installation, restored some yin-yang balance to our tour. Laurel and Jan are admiring a simple water feature.