by Rebecca Teagarden
(Seattle Times May 10, 2009)
How to build a strawbale bedroom: Take lots of polar fleece, and
rain, and mud, and straw (of course), and coffee, and a solar panel and
can-do friends and neighbors. Mix well. Nourish with a "feastival" at
the end of Day 1.
For "Team Stucco": Add more polar fleece and tea and rain and
volunteers galore and windows and soup and bloody fingers and mud (the
stucco kind) and hugs for friends new and old. Trowel-on liberally.
Brenda Ajbour's house in Bryant is a work in progress.
And a work of love.
This has been a real save-and-build deal for a single mom on a
teacher's salary. She took on a downstairs renter to even afford the
place. That left one bedroom. Ajbour gave it to Etri, her 18-year-old
son (teenagers are best stored in bedrooms).
Ajbour? "I've been sleeping in the kitchen for three years!"
Not anymore. With the last coat of exterior stucco dry, Ajbour
finally has a real room to call her own: Seattle's first permitted
strawbale project at 256 square feet. Her architect, Sage Saskill,
calls it "Brenda's strawbale oasis."
It is, too. Butter-yellow walls as thick as, well, a bale of straw;
fat, stucco window sills, concrete floors. A little truth window
exposing the room's straw guts.
But something else was revealed, too.
Ajbour knew she would get a womb of a room; she wasn't, however,
prepared for the people. They came and worked, and kept coming and kept
working. Through snow and rain and bitter wet cold. Strangers, some of
them. A guy from Brussels. Etri's friends from Roosevelt. Volunteers
and donations (the contractor threw in the tubing and labor for the
solar-heated floor). The whole project took on that
old-timey-Seattle-outdoors-hippie-alt-culture-inventiveness feeling
some of us thought fell out of fashion with Birkenstocks and tie-dye.
"People worked nine and 10 hours for a bowl of soup! I was not
prepared for the outpouring," Ajbour says, still amazed, changed. "We
had regulars, and friends of friends; people who saw it on the Web
site. That blew me away. One day I went out back and my new boss was
there. Just showed up."
They came to help build a bedroom and left as family.
Photo by Benjamin Benschneider
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