High Street Market shop co-owner, Interior Designer, wife to Dave, and (most recently) "mommy" to William. Living in Philadelphia, born and raised in Southern California. Renovating a fabulous historic home (with no end in sight) and trying to enjoy all the beautiful things in life. :)
Let's get this party started. Over the last month, my husband and I have been busting our butts doing yard work-- ripping out overgrown sideyards, painting our garden shed, trimming trees and transplanting plants, etc. But, today is the day that we start working inside. The 3rd floor of our home is about to get pulvarized in order to bring in new electrical, new insulation, and new windows. My husband's two cousins from upstate NY are coming down to help with the dirty work. And, I've been kicked out. Really. I was asked to take a few days and "leave the house" (one girl in a house with three boys, and one shower was not a good ratio). Even though I begged and pleaded to stay and play in all that dust, my husband insisted that I leave. So, I've cleaned up, made beds for our guests, baked 3 dozen brownies, stocked the fridge, and I'm leaving town for Indianapolis tonight. I will be visiting Mom and Dad for the weekend. A few days of shopping, laying by the pool, and getting some much needed catch-up time will have to suffice. But, the boys have strict instructions to keep anything they find "interesting" in the walls! You always hear these crazy stories of homeowners finding bizarre items within the walls of old homes. My fingers are crossed that they find a million dollars of old stock certificates.
In the meantime, here is a sneak peek of one 3rd floor bedroom. Before the madness.
When it's done, I want it to feel this cozy.... I know we don't have the kids yet (someday), but I want the window seat!