The new roof
I have put off taking pictures of the new roof because Daddy was in the process of replacing some peely and rotting fascia on the front of the garage. He finished enough of that yesterday that perhaps pictures can do our gorgeous new roof justice.
First, I give you the "before" picture. I took this picture on a drive-by the day before Jacob was born. I was in early labor at the time, though I didn't know it.

The shingles were this gray-ey red blend Daddy tells me is called "cinnamon" in the industry. After many many years of laying peacefully under our mature trees, this light color showed stains like nobody's business. Daddy tells me the cinnamon shingles were placed atop existing shingles from the original, 43-year-old roof. He was concerned that the decking was sagging in places, surely from its age and the weight of two layers of shingles. Recently there had been a teeny leak over Jacob's room that led to a small oval stain in his ceiling. Glorious.
Over the course of 10 hours on October 8th, a small army of Costa Ricans and their Delawarean foremen stripped my roof down to the rafters, replaced the decking, flashed the chimney and outlets, and topped my house with 30-year architectural shingles in a greyish-green. They also stripped the white asbestos-board siding off the sides of our house, which Daddy himself later painstakingly resided with cedar. Here is the "after" picture, taken from a similar vantage point:

A close-up of the pretty shingles! Yay for green!

Many houses in our 'hood are brick ranches similar to ours. Almost all of the better-maintained ones have green roofs with green shutters, and we had always commented to each other how fantastic the green looked against the red brick. And, green is my favorite color.
Lastly, a close-up of Daddy's hard work, his pride and joy -- the cedar siding that will outlive him:

In short, our house is so pretty, and we are so broke. The joys of homeownership.
First, I give you the "before" picture. I took this picture on a drive-by the day before Jacob was born. I was in early labor at the time, though I didn't know it.
The shingles were this gray-ey red blend Daddy tells me is called "cinnamon" in the industry. After many many years of laying peacefully under our mature trees, this light color showed stains like nobody's business. Daddy tells me the cinnamon shingles were placed atop existing shingles from the original, 43-year-old roof. He was concerned that the decking was sagging in places, surely from its age and the weight of two layers of shingles. Recently there had been a teeny leak over Jacob's room that led to a small oval stain in his ceiling. Glorious.
Over the course of 10 hours on October 8th, a small army of Costa Ricans and their Delawarean foremen stripped my roof down to the rafters, replaced the decking, flashed the chimney and outlets, and topped my house with 30-year architectural shingles in a greyish-green. They also stripped the white asbestos-board siding off the sides of our house, which Daddy himself later painstakingly resided with cedar. Here is the "after" picture, taken from a similar vantage point:
A close-up of the pretty shingles! Yay for green!
Many houses in our 'hood are brick ranches similar to ours. Almost all of the better-maintained ones have green roofs with green shutters, and we had always commented to each other how fantastic the green looked against the red brick. And, green is my favorite color.
Lastly, a close-up of Daddy's hard work, his pride and joy -- the cedar siding that will outlive him:
In short, our house is so pretty, and we are so broke. The joys of homeownership.
2 Comments:
what a difference a roof makes!
VERRRRRY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kudos to Mike and the roofers. Looks GREAT!!!
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