The Only Place to Begin
There is only one place to begin as I come back to write and that is to say thank you. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for following, and thank you for your patience. Life is sometimes far busier than the blog can handle. Sometimes there is only time to live leaving little time to blog, but I am sure we can catch up. There is much to share. I have been busy working and living and there has been little time to blog. I miss blogging and I miss you all. The biggest and busiest task has been our move. We are blessed beyond belief to be able to move into a most beautiful home. I posted a sketch at left a few weeks ago. I thought I would share some of what I love with you today as we still turn sideways to skirt boxes and still work to find a home for the things that live in our life. So, walk with me as I share our new home with you.
Our new home will have a birthday soon. I am already thinking of ways to make this a proper and rightful celebration. I am spending part of my summer learning as much as I can about the history of our home.
The exterior is welcoming, crisp and clean. The style classic, four-square, and a good sentinel to our neighborhood.
The columns add an air of her importance to the history of our city and the shutters character. She is tall. She is looking forward to swags befitting Independence Day.
A perfect front window for a Christmas tree. The lights should twinkle warmly through the panes.
My piano rests, awaiting a good tuning, by a beautiful staircase.
The front door lets in good light to this space. The front room is spacious, light, and full of the details I love.
Look at this beautiful morning light.
My great-grandmother's china hutch has found a home she is comfortable in. She does not lean to the right in this room. The china is still in boxes, but not for long.
Throughout the house are tiny things that make me smile. There are many glass doorknobs. Shouldn't all doorknobs be glass?
Here is the banister upstairs.
Beautiful tile and details in the girls' bath.
The quilt mom made for me will feel at home in our new suite.
There is a beautiful sun room off the master bedroom that is perfect for Lucy's crib. She loves it and sleeps well here as we all do in our new home.
Our office is the most brilliant shade of teal which makes the molding pop. This room looks out on the neighborhood and I have positioned my desk to make the most of daydreaming.
One more floor up is my space..."a room of her own." Through this door and up these stairs...
A sweet attic space still riddled with evidence of moving.
A perfect space for Aunt Bee's featherweight.
There are a couple of interesting surprises to blog about later.
The kitchen has tile counters, tons of cabinet space, tons, and some open shelving for bowls, or maybe milk glass, or maybe my vintage Pyrex. I cannot decide.
I am thrilled to have an amazing and large laundry room, but as we head out the back door, we pass through a favorite room of mine.
Welcome to my baking kitchen.
Through the baking kitchen and out the back door is a sweet screened in porch. A perfect place to rest, to knit and to chat.
The screen door off the porch makes that wonderful fwap sound all good screen doors should make as children scramble outside to play in the summer. As the sun sets the sound announces their arrival, hungry, tired, and sun kissed.
The backyard is full of wonderful surprises.
Colors are tucked here and there.
A little landscaped and a little wild, this space is calm.
In this space resides a most amazing, most huge, and most beautiful tree. The most beautiful and stately in the neigborhood I should think. The girls think he needs a name. He stands grandly next to our home.
Thank you for coming to our new home.