This is our first home. Perched at the top of a tree filled cul-de sac, and on the walking path to a great big city park, it felt like home the minute we laid eyes on it. Since that time, 6 years ago, we brought a little sweet baby home through these doors and have watched her learn to crawl, walk and run in the halls and trees of this place.
It truly is bittersweet to write this, but our little family is about to embark on the next chapter of our lives. Our home is for sale, as Zac has accepted a position with a company with Denver. I am beyond excited for what awaits us, and even more excited to plant some serious roots, but I am so sad to leave our cozy abode.
Here's a little walk through of the place we have called home for the past 6 years:
Finally a place to put some of the
'treasures' I have collected over the years.
The old church pew my mother-in-law surprised me with,
a lamp my sister-in-law said, 'called my name',
an old bread box & mirror I kindly stole from my ma,
a big star I fell in love with when we first moved to Oklahoma,
it is made out of old barn roofing.
Living room. Let's do a little treasure spotting from afar:
mirror on mantel that I scored at the Goodwill for $5 and
gave a coat of paint, Logan's little table and chairs
(where we often sit for lunch or do puzzles), vintage skiis &
ski pics (to remind us where our heart is), an old military trunk as
coffee table, also swooped up for a whopping $5 at a yard sale,
when we lived in Oregon .
On a ladder, with my neck cranked I painted every inch of this
ceiling. It was a painful process. By the time I realized I would
need a third coat (I was cursing the dark 70s wood in a major way)
I called in the professionals to give it one last spray of paint.
Money well spent.
One of the table benches is off for repair, but this is our dining
room. I had always wanted a table with benches...always.
Stained glass window perched in the kitchen window.
I made the stained glass, based on the design
of a window I saw in a row house in San Fransisco.
I purposefully made each pane to fit inside a vacant
window frame my mom rescued from the farmhouse
she grew up in.
A kitchen within a kitchen. Logan loves to make dinner
in her kitchen (and use her kitchen phone to call friends),
while I make dinner. Melts my heart.
A few treasures I am obsessed with in our bedroom:
the mid-century chair that cost $1 at a garage sale, and $75
to have reupholstered, my grandpa's old saddle trunk
at the foot of our bed and the most fantastic vintage side tables.
Our bathroom was a 1970s nightmare when we moved in.
I am talking carpet, crazy lighting, walls of mirrors, random
pony walls, the smallest bathtub I had ever seen, a mold filled shower...
I couldn't bare take a photo of it, it was that horrible.
Thankfully, we took care of that.
My sweet Logan's room. So much love in
this little haven!
When it is nice out (i.e. not a thousand degrees), this is my favorite place to be.
Reading a book, surrounded by all the green. My little chunk of heaven, in our backyard.
Countless hours spent running around this backyard.
I will miss this so.
It will be hard to say goodbye to this home, and all the memories that have come to us in this place. But, nothing but goodness in our lives right now. A move to a place we have wanted to be for many years and a baby boy joining the our little gang in October. So exciting. So very exciting indeed!
