Growing up, my parents loved spending Sunday afternoons going to open houses. They always talked about moving some day, but it was more about seeing how other people lived, what they could do to their house, and dreaming about the future. As kids, we loved being able to “claim” a room as ours and imagine moving to a new house. I think that’s where I inherited my love of home. Making a place yours. Making a space feel lived-in, cozy, and personal. And that’s what I’ve tried to accomplish with our house. It’s always a work in-progress. Always a project underway or an improvement being started. I like living in a state of constant improvement. It keeps us on our toes.
(again, that damn date stamp, sorry…and the project we’re working on now is painting trim and doors. So if you checked out the kitchen and living rooms, those rooms have white trim and doors, but the bedrooms do not. It is such a drastic improvement, I’m antsy to get the bedrooms finished. And the goal is by August 1st.)
Elliott Quinn’s room. Age 3.
the hallway (photo wall is a work-in-progress)