Well, time again for an annual post.
The house is looking great! After greatly debating whether to forge onward in our quest for livability during the economic recession, we opted to at least finish the downstairs. We took a trip over in June of this year and were thrilled to find the ikea kitchen nicely fitted; the terracotta tiles placed in accordance with the original pattern of the scored concrete; the linden tree still arching gracefully over a shaded oasis where our patio chairs and tiki torches serve as a relaxing place to retreat from renovation overload; and the walnut tree laden with vibrant green spheres that fell to the ground, destined for culinary creations. Fields of sunflowers flanked La Ligne Verte. The mirabel plums ornamented the orchard trees. The sunlight kept the sky glowing late into the evening, bouncing off the wheat and infusing the sky with the reds and oranges of summer sunsets.
Something about stone yearns for a delicate contrast, thus the ancient appeal of stone windows filled with whimsical lace. I went searching through a nearby bazarre and discovered what I thought would be a sufficient amount of lace for our massive casement windows. The transformation was instant, giving the rooms a lovely finished look while still allowing the warm summer light to flood across the bedrooms.
Only a few more projects...a chimney to seal, some drywall to hang, floors to stain, driveway to put in...then we're home free, so to speak.
The house is looking great! After greatly debating whether to forge onward in our quest for livability during the economic recession, we opted to at least finish the downstairs. We took a trip over in June of this year and were thrilled to find the ikea kitchen nicely fitted; the terracotta tiles placed in accordance with the original pattern of the scored concrete; the linden tree still arching gracefully over a shaded oasis where our patio chairs and tiki torches serve as a relaxing place to retreat from renovation overload; and the walnut tree laden with vibrant green spheres that fell to the ground, destined for culinary creations. Fields of sunflowers flanked La Ligne Verte. The mirabel plums ornamented the orchard trees. The sunlight kept the sky glowing late into the evening, bouncing off the wheat and infusing the sky with the reds and oranges of summer sunsets.
Something about stone yearns for a delicate contrast, thus the ancient appeal of stone windows filled with whimsical lace. I went searching through a nearby bazarre and discovered what I thought would be a sufficient amount of lace for our massive casement windows. The transformation was instant, giving the rooms a lovely finished look while still allowing the warm summer light to flood across the bedrooms.
Only a few more projects...a chimney to seal, some drywall to hang, floors to stain, driveway to put in...then we're home free, so to speak.
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