It’s been nearly five months since I closed on my little brick bungalow in the highlands neighborhood and it’s just now starting to feel like mine.
So much of the last few months have been spent on business trips, and summer weekends in the mountains, that it’s felt more like camping at my house than anything.
And despite the fact that I bought a newly renovated property, there has been no shortage of to-do items, and there has been no hiding the fact that it was built in 1926.
The overlooked details… like not having wiring for wireless internet. The challenge in fitting an over-sized washer and dryer into a room built for standard laundry. And then the big armoire I planned for the downstairs while perfectly measured for the guest room, did in fact not fit down the stairwell (which I did not think measure). And for that reason, said armoire was subsequently bequeathed to the upstairs master bedroom by default.
And with that the decorating strategies needed adjustment. Especially to accommodate for pieces I couldn’t bare to part with. And a new design project began.
What was once red and awkward standing in my bedroom amongst grays and whites is now one of my favorite pieces in the house. (and should be after the 2+ hours I spend hand painting it)
It’s funny really, what I once feared (like having a giant entertainment cabinet in your bedroom instead of the 100 year old Chinese wardrobe that I planned on) can become such an unexpected ”blessing in disguise”. Such is my life lately it seems.
As a side-note, I’ve found quite the knack for refinishing furniture, craigslisting odds and ends like fireplace screens, and home dept trips. Who knew?
And it’s been really fun putting together the piece’s I’ve been collecting over the years, eagerly waiting to fill a home with. It’s truly amazing how far I’ve come in just a few short years. How many things on my “one-day” list I can check-off.
It’s still an on-going process of making a house feel like a home, but I’m getting there.