Cottage for Sale, Must Be Moved. A Woman Moves a House to Make a Home
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- Nombre de pages336
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-0-8070-9540-9
- EAN9780807095409
- Date de parution02/05/2011
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
- Taille3 Mo
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurBeacon Press
Résumé
The "highly entertaining" memoir of one woman's "Holy Grail quest" to make a Cape Cod home-and the people, obstacles, and self-discoveries she encountered along the way (Wall Street Journal). When Kate Whouley saw the classified ad for an abandoned vacation cottage, she began to dream: Transport the cottage through four Cape Cod towns. Attach it to my three-room house. Create more space for my work and life.
Smart, single, and self-employed, Kate was used to fending for herself. But she wasn't prepared for half the surprises, complications, and self-discoveries of her house-moving adventure. Supported by friends and family and egged on by her bossy cat, Kate encountered a parade of town officials, a small convoy of State Police, and an eccentric band of house-movers, carpenters, and tradesmen. She found herself dancing on the edge of the gender divide-infatuated with trucks, cranes, tools, construction terms, and a dreamy mason who taught her the history of concrete.
In one remarkable year, Whouley moved a cottage and created a home.
Smart, single, and self-employed, Kate was used to fending for herself. But she wasn't prepared for half the surprises, complications, and self-discoveries of her house-moving adventure. Supported by friends and family and egged on by her bossy cat, Kate encountered a parade of town officials, a small convoy of State Police, and an eccentric band of house-movers, carpenters, and tradesmen. She found herself dancing on the edge of the gender divide-infatuated with trucks, cranes, tools, construction terms, and a dreamy mason who taught her the history of concrete.
In one remarkable year, Whouley moved a cottage and created a home.
The "highly entertaining" memoir of one woman's "Holy Grail quest" to make a Cape Cod home-and the people, obstacles, and self-discoveries she encountered along the way (Wall Street Journal). When Kate Whouley saw the classified ad for an abandoned vacation cottage, she began to dream: Transport the cottage through four Cape Cod towns. Attach it to my three-room house. Create more space for my work and life.
Smart, single, and self-employed, Kate was used to fending for herself. But she wasn't prepared for half the surprises, complications, and self-discoveries of her house-moving adventure. Supported by friends and family and egged on by her bossy cat, Kate encountered a parade of town officials, a small convoy of State Police, and an eccentric band of house-movers, carpenters, and tradesmen. She found herself dancing on the edge of the gender divide-infatuated with trucks, cranes, tools, construction terms, and a dreamy mason who taught her the history of concrete.
In one remarkable year, Whouley moved a cottage and created a home.
Smart, single, and self-employed, Kate was used to fending for herself. But she wasn't prepared for half the surprises, complications, and self-discoveries of her house-moving adventure. Supported by friends and family and egged on by her bossy cat, Kate encountered a parade of town officials, a small convoy of State Police, and an eccentric band of house-movers, carpenters, and tradesmen. She found herself dancing on the edge of the gender divide-infatuated with trucks, cranes, tools, construction terms, and a dreamy mason who taught her the history of concrete.
In one remarkable year, Whouley moved a cottage and created a home.
