Basement

Descend the stairs and enter the dominion of the semi-finished, where secrets are kept and legends are forged. This is no mere basement; it's the home's very id, the gritty, glorious counterpart to all that polished perfection upstairs.

Here, the exposed ceiling is a testament to honest labour, its metallic veins and wooden bones laid bare like a grand skeleton. It whispers of unwritten projects and holds a single, naked bulb—a defiant star in a subterranean sky—daring you to come out and play.

The space is perfect for a dance party, a wild workout, or a perfectly slap-shot. A hockey rink, built for champions and goofballs alike, offers a playground where you can settle scores or start that NHL career.

There's a closet lined in cedar, a rare and aromatic sanctuary promising to protect your finery, or perhaps just to cloak the scent of last night's takeout. Beyond it, a wall of shelves and cubbies waits for your past, current or future hobbies tools, memory boxes, seasonal decorations and the other keepsakes you aren't ready to let go yet.

This space isn't just about utility; it's about unapologetic authenticity. It's the place where you can be yourself, where the rules are flexible and the memories are made with a little dust and a lot of heart.