The Nerve! A Leap of Faith
So we bought this amazing piece of property, ten acres, two years ago with the plan to build in a few years. It is in the north Georgia Mountains, on a ridge surrounded 360 degrees by mountains. Our entire north view (which is what you want in the south) is protected. It’s less than 1/4 mile from a scenic overlook. Magical place.
Problem is no house plan worked for us and it. So, as usual, I did it myself. Started from scarth three times to get it right. My plan has been vetted by a house designer and most every detail has been researched and decided, so tomorrow we are meeting with the builder to give him a fat package of plans, photos, drawings, etc. so he can cost it out.
The design part has been full of elation and dread (”How the heck am I going to figure out a window plan?”) creative highs and paralysis. But I’ve been there done that so many times in my life (cried during breaks when I filmed my first TV show, “What made me think I wanted to do this?” a number of awards later and many hours of taping I’m so glad I forged through the scariness.) that I bit the bullet and kept going. No nial had been struck yet, I figured.
It’s funny though how everything distills itself into the same thing. I am a quilt designer, with 30 books to my credit. I have stopped saying it to those who know me, but truly everything comes down to designing and making a quilt. The inspiration comes. You make a first sketch, rehearse fabric, stop, start, backwards, forwards. then start sewing. it goes along swimmingly and then you get stuck. You leave it on your design board and walk by it for days, “Please tell me what you want to be?” It does; you just have to be patient and open to it, and trusting. Sound familiar? Everything in life is like making a quilt.
And the more you exercise that creative muscle the better you get at it. (Thing-a-day!)
Although, then you step out on another limb and wobble precariously. Like having the nerve to design a house.
Here are the plan and supporting materaiss, plus my mockups for the stairs and cabinet handles all ready to go to the builder tomorrow. And the quilt–still in prgress as is the house design. The quilt has been my way of letting the house speak.
P.S. Appropriately enough, the center of the house is an aviary.








