in my childhood home.
Last week I had permission to show you the grandkids' playroom, and today, I have permission to take you through the project before the playroom.
This, my friends, is the foyer. Or the "foy-ay", if you want to sound fancy-like. This was a one-man (my dad's) project, and consequently was a massive undertaking. We're talking from smoothing out the cement, to putting in the insulation. . . ALL of it: one man.
Are you ready?
First, let me start off by saying this foyer leads from the house to the garage (or Dad's workshop; depending on if a car's parked in there or a saw is being used). This is an add on to the house.
Okay. Now, are you ready?
If you don't mind just stepping through the door with me. . .
The first floor.
I like to think of this foyer as my dad's years of ideas, all put to good use. Dark walnut paneling.. .
See that mirror? I have a piece of this mirror, too.
You won't find it anymore here:
(in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple) because apparently, after taking the picture of the celestial room, they took them down for something more stately. My dad intervened before they were broken and taken to the dump. Phew.
So now (a piece of) it resides here.
Planked ceilings, canned lighting (so pretty), crown molding. . .
I love that they chose to keep the brick exposed. It would be a pure shame to cover it up. Now, my parents loved a fountain they saw once, but they didn't love the $1000+ price tag that went along with it.
So, they opted to figure it out and make it on their own.
Slate, copper piping. . . love it. Sorry, I'm the idiot that doesn't know how to turn it on. It's prettier with its lights on at night anyway.
And now, what I like to consider the crowning jewel of the foyer:
The spiral staircase. I remember being little little, and my dad talking about loving spiral staircases. So, he figured it out and built it.
We should head up to the 2nd floor, shouldn't we?
While the 1st floor is tiled, the 2nd is done in bamboo.
I like to think of the 2nd floor as a library/post-retirement office. Dad was a teacher, see, and he has quite a collection.
The library side.
The teacher's collection side.
(for collections like cans from everywhere they've visited):
Do you think I look like my mom in that bridal portrait over there? No? Shucks.
This completes our tour; thanks for joining me.
And Dad, I think you've outdone yourself. Mouah.