Home designs that annoy me.

I was watching a new home design show that features a very pretty blond designer who looked like a runway model. It was all the reason I needed to watch the show.

She not only designed the interiors, she also designed the furniture for the project.  All items were one-of-a-kind (and probably very expensive).

One item she designed was a “coffee table” that resembled a flattened out, four foot diameter mushroom, cast in some sort of stucco-like material. It was pretty heavy.  It took four men to carry it in.

She placed the coffee table between two couches that were facing each other.

There was about 3 - 4 feet from the couch to the table.  Then the 4 foot round table.  And then another 3 - 4 feet from the table to the other couch.

Conversations must be interesting.  There is 10 to 12 feet between the couches.  I wonder if the host was supplying megaphones. 

But the bigger question for me, is when the host served coffee.  Do I take a sip of the coffee, then get up from the plush couch and walk 4 feet to place my cup and saucer down then return to the couch, and repeat each time I wanted another sip?

In my mind, a coffee table should be close enough to the couch that you can reach over and set down your beverage when you wanted to.  And reach out to pick it up when you wanted another sip.

That would place it about 18” from the couch, give or take another 2 to 4 inches.

Or the table would be light enough to reposition easily. 

I recall walking into a Roche Bobois showroom in Manhasset (NY).  They advertised that they provided free design services.

They had some rather nicely rendered layouts.  One was of a master bedroom (Oops!  Politically corrected to “Primary bedroom”). It was for a very large room and apparently they were intent on filling it with furniture.

There was a king sized bed with a large L-shaped couch facing the bed on front and side.  Large enough to seat 6 people. 

I asked, “So this design is for people who liked a large audience when they had sex?”

Screwy design (sorry for the pun).  Another bad design.

And I am currently sitting in the cafe at the local Barnes & Noble store having a cup of coffee and reading one of their magazines:  Nordic Living [The art of loving your home]

In that magazine there were probably 5 or 6 photos of stair cases.  Not one of which would have passed local specifications.

1.  Four steps—no hand rail no guard rail.  (Maybe not high enough to be worrisome.)

2.  A couple posed on their concrete patio, no railing with a drop off that is higher than the evergreen tree tops.

3.  Rail with spindles about 6 - 8 inches apart.

4.  Ten stairs, 15 vertical floor to ceiling 2” x 2” posts, but no hand rail to hold onto.

5.  Ten stairs, open risers, attached to one wall with under mounted structure, but nothing at all on the open side.  You can simply walk off into the air.

6. One perfectly acceptable stair case (12 steps)

7.  An artfully curved stairs with spindles about 10” apart.

8.  One staircase about 10 -12 steps, flanked by a wall on one side and a pony wall on the other, but no hand rail.

9. Another with 8 steps, no hand rail.

10.  Very wide (probably 10’) outdoor steps (I counted 16 steps, but much of it is out of the frame).  No hand rail.

Don’t Scandinavian countries have building codes?  Or once you get in a magazine, you are exempt from building codes?
 
Packard said:
There was a king sized bed with a large L-shaped couch facing the bed on front and side.  Large enough to seat 6 people. 

I asked, “So this design is for people who liked a large audience when they had sex?”

No, that was the staging couch area where the next participants were waiting in-line. Ah...the 60's all over again.  [smile]

Speaking about that in a quirky kind of almost the same thing kind of conversation...just read that a new Bob Dylan recording of "Blowing in the wind" was recorded in 2022 on a special vinyl record and sold for $1.4 million.

It's an interesting read if you care to chase it down.

I can pull it up tomorrow if there's some interest.

This one is still hideous.

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luvmytoolz said:
Needs more gables!

Yea... [smile]...one of my favorite quotes over the last 40+ years is what's worth doing...is always worth over-doing...and this gabled monstrosity ably points that out. Looks like something from the southwest area to me.  [popcorn] [popcorn]
 
As someone who made a living fixing other people's issues, I look at that house and remember that roofs leak more often (but not always) where shingles change directions and interfere with a straight down water travel ( i.e. valleys and flashing) and I have to chuckle and wonder the next re-roofing quote on that roof will be.

Better them than me.

Peter
 
This one is "Welcome to my garage, I live in the back." which has been an ongoing trend for 40+ years.

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mino said:
Cheese said:
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This one is still hideous.
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Not sure if anyone noticed, but that house seems to have every window and every alcove different than any other. Counted 10 different windows just on that picture. […]

The architect (a product of an online school??) took “don’t do too much matchy-matchy” to heart.  [big grin] [big grin]
 
Packard said:
mino said:
Cheese said:
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This one is still hideous.
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Not sure if anyone noticed, but that house seems to have every window and every alcove different than any other. Counted 10 different windows just on that picture. []

The architect (a product of an online school??) took “don’t do too much matchy-matchy” to heart.  [big grin] [big grin]

Or there was a factory clearance on windows left over from jobs, and he designed the house accordingly!
 
When I was dropped off at my uncle’s dairy farm,, we had no running water, no electricity, no indoor plumbing, no refrigeration. When I moved back to Wilton,  CT, we lived the same way, with Haunted house thrown into the mix.

My uncles house was built in pre century.  Not the 21st century, but pre 20th century. “Grandpa” (I called him “Grampa’’  it’s a long story) bought the farm before 1900. and added a kitchen. Along with a kitchen he added a lengthy addition upstairs bought as kit from Montgomery Ward. The kit was bought thru a catalogue. The only heat was the kitchen wood stove.

We lived without electricity and indoor plumbing for two years. And then, WWII came along. The price of milk went up so Grampa could afford to have electricity installed. When we got electricity, indoor plumbing soon followed with running water.  Refrigeration was another year. We hauled ice from one of our farm  ponds.. (Another long story)

When the war was finished, we  moved back to Wilton with my mother. The only house she could afford was without heat, electricity or indoor plumbing. The only heat we had was the kitchen kerosene stove. The house was originally a highway road stop with a kitchen built on the back…built on several poles . Our mother lived in the house for 50 plus years, gradually get the electricity and indoor plumbing. We did not get running water for few years. I was the engineering source of water. I had to save a quart or two of water to prime the hand pump. If the pump was frozen, I had to run to the neighbors for hot water to thaw the pump .

We got central heat thru a registar that  I installed by  cutting a hole in the entrance floor (That’s another long story) and installing a space heater. (Again kerosene)

Back to the haunted house story: The tenant who was living in the house before my mother bought the house was a drunk.  He hung himself on the rail on the rear entrance.  I later tore off the kitchen with the stone wall supporting the backside of cellar. The stonework was all loose stone. Every 6th stone was an empty  ½ pint gin bottle. With first five or six years my mother lived in that house, every time we had a storm we heard a thumping sound from the kitchen. My mother and I would explain, when we had company, the thumping was ‘Old Jonny Mac’ who was asking for help. My brother was not interested in the story, My mother and I were of the belief the Jonny was asking for help.  When I tore off the kitchen, we heard no more from Jonny.

The story is that the rooms were partitioned off with either doors (my  uncle’s house) or drapes (my mother’s house) to save heat. Both houses were built many moons ago and were not built according to any codes. We were living in both houses and enjoying both houses.

We were improving both houses so they were livable within the modern times we lived. It was not only interesting, but very enjoyable. When we were trying to sell my mother’s house, I wrote up a long list of things that were lacking. I gave that list to the realtor to show to any interested clients. We were selling “As is.”

I told the realtor that any young people would be devastated if they discovered the hard way. My mother was over 90 years old and she was mentally equipped to handle anything emergency wise.
Tinker
 
twistsol1 said:
This one is "Welcome to my garage, I live in the back." which has been an ongoing trend for 40+ years.

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A few years back I was the finish carpenter on a subdivision of 50ish homes in this same basic style although the garages were set further back. This did not make things much batter in my opinion because of the roof lines.
Being in New Hampshire having 1/2 the watershed of the ENTIRE roof dumping onto the front stairs/walkway is not any sort of an architectural FEATURE in my book!
 
My house, a ranch house, fall in the category of “A garage with a house attached”.

It did not stop me from buying it.  When I painted the two single car garage doors, I went with a sage green (they were white) in an effort to deemphasize the garage.

But the rest of the house is all brick, and brick has a hard time competing for attention with almost any other architectural detail.

(I bought the brick house to minimize maintenance, so I will never paint it.  Let the next owners paint it, not me.)
 
FOG Friends,
my wife an I thank all of your for your contribution to this hilarious thread!
Now we know that we are not the only people shaking our heads when we encounter these not so uncommon foibles in the wild [wink]

Hans
 
saket said:
Get the frustration with some of those home design choices! Those staircases without handrails always look sleek but not practical or safe. And white carpeting? That's a disaster waiting to happen, especially if you have kids or pets.

I lived with a “sleek staircase” for thirty years. Well, at least it was a staircase without handrails. Now I’m much less fleet of foot and just had a complete balustrade installed. Standing on the second floor balcony and facing the handrail and spindles going to the third floor makes me feel like I’m in jail, but I do feel safer on the stairs.
 
If you have a dog, those open riser stair cases are obstacles.  I was able to train my German Shepherd to climb those open riser stair cases.  It was a necessity as I was a traveling salesman and he went on the road with me.  A surprising number of hotels have stair cases with open risers. 

But it was a lot of work training him to climb those stair cases and I did not go through the effort with my other dogs when I stopped all that traveling. 

My dogs navigate through the house like race cars do on the track:  They cut the corners and often brush against the casing moldings on doors and on cabinets that are at the apex of a corner.  So for years I had soil marks against those casings and cabinets that turned me off from white painted moldings. 
 
Michael Kellough said:
saket said:
Get the frustration with some of those home design choices! Those staircases without handrails always look sleek but not practical or safe. And white carpeting? That's a disaster waiting to happen, especially if you have kids or pets.

I lived with a “sleek staircase” for thirty years. Well, at least it was a staircase without handrails. Now I’m much less fleet of foot and just had a complete balustrade installed. Standing on the second floor balcony and facing the handrail and spindles going to the third floor makes me feel like I’m in jail, but I do feel safer on the stairs.

Sleek is a generous word  [unsure]
That sketchy, steep staircase I described above has no handrail either.
 
The stairs to my basement shop are steep and open riser. 

Years gone by, I used to bound down those steps.  Now I hold onto one of the hand rails while descending  (not so much ascending).

My doctor made an interesting suggestion.  Instead of carrying a clothes basket with dirty laundry down to the basement (where the washing/drying machines are), I should “toss” the laundry down the steps.

He suggested I place the laundry in a laundry bag, and then toss the bag down the steps. Safer, and the laundry is unlikely to be damaged.

I looked into adding a laundry chute. However there are very specific regulations about laundry chutes.  They need to be lined with metal and constructed from non-combustible materials.  When not is use both ends of the chute (also made from metal) had to close like a chimney flue.

The reason being that it will act like a flue and spread fire far quicker.  Tossing the bags down the steps is easier.
 
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