Old House Journal - - Inspire -

Leigh re­calls she had to ca­jole her hus­band into com­ing east to search for a house in which to cre­ate a new busi­ness ven­ture. She wasn’t sure he would like this one. “As we walked in, I saw him grad­u­ally fall in love with this woman—and [the house] is a woman. It’s a ‘she’ in his mind, def­i­nitely.”

They both knew they’d found the right place to build their dream. Mark threw him­self into restora­tion projects—for in­stance, tung-oil­ing every square inch of the pine pan­el­ing by hand. “Which is why we have a run­ning joke that she re­ally is the woman in his life, and that I’m the ‘other woman’,” Leigh says, “be­cause Mark and the house know each other so in­ti­mately, and they have a love af­fair go­ing.”

“If I never have to smell tung oil again in my life, I’ll be a very happy per­son,” Mark an­swers. He also took out, re­fur­bished, and re­in­stalled all the ra­di­a­tors, which now work per­fectly. He re­moved and re­placed bro­ken panes of glass from an es­ti­mated 75 win­dows, most with at least 10 lights per top sash: “I be­came a re­ally good glazier.”

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