Why I’m A Log Home Snob…

If you’re building a log home and it is wearing you down in the process, read this:

If, when you tell people you’re building a log home, they look at you like you’re a spoiled woman who always gets her own way, and their opinion of you worsens when you start making comments like:

“I don’t want that in my home…”, or
“…our house has to be different than any other log house around here…”, and
“I will not live in a standard cedar stained box and call it a log home…”

Don’t sweat it. You’re a log home snob.

I’ve made many of these snobby, self-righteous, comments in the last few months. Your real friends will understand and forgive you for them. I know, because mine have forgiven me – or at least I think they have!

Yes, I’ve heard myself say these things and I’ve seen the reactions, but I’m pretty sure I have a right to say them nonetheless.

I have a right, because I’m not some spoiled goddess whose husband does all the work.

I have a right, because this is my time, my blood, sweat and tears, in and on this project.

I put the time and muscle in. I researched the product lines. I made the calls to get the best prices. I surfed the sites online. I talked to countless tradespeople, about countless home building topics. I took the frustration of being a woman in a small town asking questions that seemed only suitable for men to be asking…

Damn skippy I want our home to look different, have only the best products going into it, and be worth more in the end! It just isn’t worth it to me to do any less or expect any less – because building this log home is stretching me beyond current capabilities and skillsets while it sucks the life force right out of me!

Can You Be A Log Home Snob Too?

You bet you can! Every educated decision you make, every ounce of sweat you spill, every night you lie awake in agony over pulled muscles and aching limbs – is your right of passage to be a snob.

If you need a certificate to prove to others that you have a right to be a snob, tell me about your log home build in a comment below with your address and I’ll create one just for you!

My certificate states that a 45 year old woman, who has been called upon to help lift and hoist one end of 300 pound logs, over and over again until the walls are built, has a right.

The number of plywood sheets I have heaved over my head to get them from the ground to the first floor. And then do it all over again to get it on the second floor.

The windows and doors and lumber siding – carried, stained, moved, and moved again. And, on the same note, the hospital visits and stitches received as a result of moving doors in inappropriate footwear.

Nails hammered until arm muscles burn and you want to cry.

The heights that would certainly kill or break you badly if you fell.

Lifting, levering, and sliding 20 foot long 2×12s from the ground to the roof – 35 feet away…plus much more.

So go ahead, share your log home building stories below. I’m ready to share the crown of snobbery with you!