There’s something special about San Francisco row houses, also known as “Painted Ladies.” They’re colorful, artsy, full of intricate architectural frills, graceful, stately, cozy, elegant…. They’re vestiges of another time keeping up with the present just fine, thank you very much. They’re part of pattern, superficially all alike, yet each one is different, very much its own individual.
Inside, they’re a curious eclectic blend of old and new, haute style and quaintness. They have a very new age feel to them despite being built in Victorian and Edwardian fashion.
I guess I’d kind of love living in one, if not for all those stairs. Stairs hurt me.
I can’t help but find stairs fascinating, though, similarly to the way I find doors fascinating. metaphorically, they’re both transition points. But doors are portal to parallel spaces whereas stairs ascend or descend between places, progressing or digressing.
But with these houses, I always see the stairs going up into a kind of heaven. I may be out of breath by the time I make it to the top, but I’m going to be high above the mundane when I get there, in a higher place in every sense of meaning, and the views of the city, the Palace of Fine Arts, and the San Francisco Bay is going to be breathtaking!
I may never come down again. I may just nest there like a happy little bird.
Yeah, I’m busy designing a bunch of them in Sims 3. They’re beautiful, what can I say? And the Sims can climb all those stairs for me so I don’t have to. What a deal, eh?
Okay, enough from the peanut gallery. Back to work with my daydreaming self. You too slacker!