Here it is!
It's a "craftsman" style home, and needs a bit of a lift on the outside. But we'll get to that when the weather is warmer (and if we have any change left in our pockets!).
You woke up my neighbourhood
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The House
Well, here we have the house.
He is a good old lad. Perhaps he is 100 years old. But he really needs some TLC. And we're gonna give it to him. More than a lick of paint is required, unfortunately.
We are giving him a fairly extreme makeover.
The exterior will get done up after the interior. (Isn't that how most makeovers should happen, even for people?).
So please ignore the eye-sore pictures that will follow in the days to come. We are trying to maintain some vision.
Here we go.....
He is a good old lad. Perhaps he is 100 years old. But he really needs some TLC. And we're gonna give it to him. More than a lick of paint is required, unfortunately.
We are giving him a fairly extreme makeover.
The exterior will get done up after the interior. (Isn't that how most makeovers should happen, even for people?).
So please ignore the eye-sore pictures that will follow in the days to come. We are trying to maintain some vision.
Here we go.....
How this blog was born
Once upon a time there was a girl. Who met a boy. First came love. Then came marriage. And then two babies in a baby carriage.
This little family longed to find a house. Not just any house. A place that felt like home. The kind of place where you'd open the door, and sigh with relief to be there. With a kitchen that would smell like cinnamon and chocolate chips on rainy days. And a bed that is always warm and cozy. And a wee yard for the children to run in, where they'd get grass stains on their knees.
It wasn't an easy feat to find this house. But it finally happened, after almost two years.
And now, we're making this house into our own home. Thanks for coming here and following the journey.
"I remember skipping on the porch till it grew cold
I remember feeling like I was eight years old
Somersaults across the lawn
Singing, dancing up till dawn."
Billy Bragg, lyrics from "You woke up my neighbourhood"
This little family longed to find a house. Not just any house. A place that felt like home. The kind of place where you'd open the door, and sigh with relief to be there. With a kitchen that would smell like cinnamon and chocolate chips on rainy days. And a bed that is always warm and cozy. And a wee yard for the children to run in, where they'd get grass stains on their knees.
It wasn't an easy feat to find this house. But it finally happened, after almost two years.
And now, we're making this house into our own home. Thanks for coming here and following the journey.
"I remember skipping on the porch till it grew cold
I remember feeling like I was eight years old
Somersaults across the lawn
Singing, dancing up till dawn."
Billy Bragg, lyrics from "You woke up my neighbourhood"
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