we added these botanical prints in our breakfast nook (they are from joss and main, though I haven’t spotted them lately- will let you know if I do). It’s crazy how much homier our house feels. It’s so hard for me to commit to artwork but I love how this turned out.
I do a terrible job of making our bed every morning because 1. I’m lazy 2. I know Lola is going to burrow her way underneath at some point. Seriously, I find her every day lumped down there somewhere – so funny. But it does get “made”, so there’s that. I bought these anthropologie pillows recently, and I love how they make the bed feel a bit more made. Still trying to decide what, if anything, belongs above the bed.
My friend recently asked me if we were still happy we bought this house. Yes! I am still so glad this old home is our home. It still so often feels like pinch me moment after pinch me moment. When I walk out to grab the mail, when I see Tuck buck naked playing in his sand box, when the beautiful morning and afternoon light hits it just right. Even when two AC’s break in the same week! When these things come up I find it a small price to pay to get to turn the old knobs and walk on heart of pine floors that are as old as my grandmother. I still walk up the creaky stairs and peer out the window. I see hot pink bougainvilleas in bloom next to a pink pineapple and I sigh a happy sigh. Every baseboard in our house needs a fresh coat of paint but I kinda love how beat up some most parts of the house are. All those spots tell the stories of all the kids, dogs that ran through here, that still do. All the parties they’ve had here, and all the ones that are yet to be. So many people in our town, when they ask where I live and the easiest way way to tell them is letting them know it was “brother buds” old house. They then tell me they played there as a kid or came as an adult. It was the baptist parsonage from the twenties until the nineties. I just love that. It has good bones and good vibes. So yes, I think we will forever be fixing her up but there’s something fun and rewarding about that.
JB and I both still have the feeling of never wanting to move.
And for that, and a million other reasons, I am grateful.
