Now that's what I'm talkin' about!
This small house is in San Francisco, a locale where real estate is in short supply. They're used to creative designs like this being plopped onto postage-stamp sized sites. Except for the fact there doesn't seem to be any provision for car parking, I'd love this. But here in Dallas, Texas when you say you want a small house this is what people think you're talking about:
This one actually appears very neat and lovingly maintained, but it isn't the sort of place that will turn heads when you're standing at the building permit desk asking if a zoning square footage exception can be made. That isn't actually the process, of course, but you say "small" and they just seem to automatically think this and reach for their "DENIED" rubber stamp. McMansions bring in lots of property taxes; these don't. That's as far as they can think.
Maybe I need to think more creatively: I could present a front view that looks like the Palace of Versailles, but have it propped up with 2 x 6's like one of those movie-set facades. Then behind that could be my little 1000 square foot house. Think they'd catch on?
And here's how I'll pay for it:
Anyone remember the 'ol Swear Jar? (Did anyone besides me NEED a swear jar?)
The idea was when you catch someone swearing they have to put a coin in the jar. When the jar was full the money went to something fun or to a charity, whatever.
OK, so here's my idea to pay for my new house: I'll put "Lie Jars" all over Washington, DC. When a politician tells a lie they'll put a quarter in my jar, and wah-lah....free house! 'Course I can't use little jars. I'll need 55 gallon barrels. Lots of 'em. And with the money left over I'd be very philanthropic....I'd pay off the national debt or something. Shoot, I'll have $16 trillion dollars by Easter. What do you think?
S