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Beacon hill townhome: Quick Notes
Molly here (taking over posting while Erin takes some time) to share a recent project the Erin Gates Design team completed in Beacon Hill.
This was an exciting project because it not only meant working on a historic Beacon Hill townhome, which is a dream, but it was also a chance to work with the team at Patrick Ahearn again.
The clients are recent empty nesters who were moving from the suburbs back into the city, and the husband is a huge history buff, so it was important to reimagine this townhome in a way appropriate to both its storied past and the lifestyle of the new occupants – blending function and beautiful materials, details and finishes together.
Off the kitchen is an office/morning room and powder room.
In addition to the kitchen and morning room, the first floor features a light-filled family room and formal entry.
On the second floor is the primary suite and a gorgeous office space.
Being in Beacon Hill presents its own set of challenges – nearly all of the furniture had to be brought in by crane through a window on the top floor! I love the timeless look the home has, with some fun spots of modernity – like the patterned drapes in the morning room and the gorgeous marble primary bath.
Photos by Sean Litchfield.
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# Elements of Style: Beacon Hill Townhome
Facade listens
step learns white
entry breathes
Beacon Hill’s facade breathes—white entry steps, learning shadows dance with light. A timeless whisper, alive in discovery’s breath.
Silhouette of stone,
glass where light once bled.
Beacon Hill townhome—
each window, a held breath.
Steeple dips to sails,
roof tiles whisper, *hush*.
Foundation graves in frost—
roots drink the sky’s slow thaw.
Shadows stitch the walls,
a loom of timber, bone.
Reveal: the hollow space
where stars might’ve slept—
now, only the echo
of nails in waiting pine.
Velvet whispers cling to this townhome’s bones— where light once bled, stars linger in echoes, silent, steadfast, a hollow hymn roofs still keep.