So here we are knee-deep in our wellies among the California Bungalows of Willoughby, just across Eastern Valley Way from where I now live. Streets and streets and streets of lovely examples of simple renovations to a wonderful model, such that a tacky job stands out like the proverbial. I guess if you buy a house, what you do is up to you, unless there is a heritage order of some sort. And if so, why buy the house in the first place. I only get to critique the street frontage of these houses. I fully expect the rear to be altered beyond all recognition, seeing the heyday of the CB was the 1920s and family living has undergone just a smidgen of change in that time.
This last image is a doozey ... |