Thursday, August 20, 2015

The Back Story {The Moving Chapters; The Prologue}

Our moving story actually began two years ago when I spotted a home listed on MLS. It was out of our budget but it seemed like it could really work for our family. It was in the perfect location and I was immediately smitten with it.

So, I acted like most anxious home buyers do and I stalked it daily.

I drove by the house and fell in love with the street it was situated on. It was only a two minute drive away from our current home but was literally a street outside of our cities limits. Also, it totally backed onto a farmers field which spoke to my country loving heart. All that peace and quiet and it yet was still a short drive to the library and grocery stores.

It was settled. I wanted that house.

Except there was one problem. The house was overpriced and out of our current budget.

Cue the water works.

A few weeks later the house still stood un sold and the sellers suddenly dropped the price of the home substantially. I didn't waste a minute to call my husband to convince him that our dream home was now within our grasps and bank account.

So like all the best home showing stories, we walked through the home with the selling realtor at sunset.

It was as if the realtor had planned it that way.

We stepped out on to the master suite balcony (Yes you read that right, BALCONY.) to hear birds singing, crickets chirping and to the see the pretty backyard covered with the suns golden rays. It was peaceful and perfect and we put an offer in that night.

Flash forward to a disappointing meeting with the realtor where he informed us that there was already an offer on the table and flash forward 48 hours of anxiously waiting to have the other offer firm up and the house slowly slip from our grasps.

We didn't stand a chance. We were a little too late.

I hate when that happens in life but I am always aware that there is a lesson to be learned when things don't seem to work out the way that I want them to.

So, I looked for the lesson with no luck.

The other offer firmed up and that family became the new lucky owners of the house on the quaint street that backed on to golden sun drenched farmers fields.

Waaaaa Waaaaaa Waaaaaaaaaa

I immediately went into house hunting overdrive. I knew if that house wasn't for us then there would be something better. There had to be right?? We convinced ourselves that the whole house must have been covered in mold and rats. Which was the only way to deal with the cheated feeling that lingered.

My husband kind of lost the love to look at real estate for a while after that let down, but I however, couldn't claim defeat or help myself and kept searching for the perfect property and home.

I looked and looked and dragged my children to at least 100 open houses over the year to follow like every crazy nesting Mama would. And you know what? It became our "thing".

If we spotted a for sale sign then we went to go look at the house. For a year I literally knew the housing market in our town better then any realtor. I was, for the lack of a better word, mildly obsessed. I remember Christmas day sitting on MLS wondering why no one had put their home for sale. Like, what? Was it a holiday or something and people were too busy celebrating with their families and friends around a table laden with turkey and all the trimmings? Didn't these celebrating people have time to list their house for my prying eyes?

I didn't care. It was like I was hunting for a unicorn or something that seemed completely unattainable but I just couldn't help myself.

I did what most crazy house hunters and type A personalities do and I finally compiled a list.

It went a little something like this:

Things we want in a house:
 
Quiet street
On the outskirts of town
But not too far for my clients to travel
Green space
But not too much lawn that it will take up all of Saturdays to mow
Four bedrooms
A fixer upper

I knew my list was pretty hefty and was a tall order but it didn't deter me. The home with all the needs that were on my list still needed to fit into our budget too, so I searched and searched hoping a good deal had yet to be seen by others. So, determined, we looked and looked and yet nothing seemed to work for ALL of our needs.

Finally, after exhausting my husband with my constant house talk and MLS stalking we tried to figure out a way to happily stay put. I mean, we love our current house. Do we really need to make a move? We have done so much work to it and have made it our own. What more could we want? And REALLY what more could we actually NEED?

We discussed some elements about our current home that we wished were different and why, then concluded that we needed a better master closet (Read: one able to hole more then five hangers) and we needed to finally enjoy our backyard by creating it into a place where we wanted to spend time in. Of course it didn't back on to golden farmers fields, we knew, but it was a perfectly quiet yard that had a lot of potential.

My husband and I both agreed that if we changed those two predicaments about our house we could happily live here for quite a while.

So, I stopped opening up my lap top 5 times a day to see what was recently listed for sale on line and we focused our energy on creating two spaces that had functionality and charm. (Note to self, stop taking on more projects before I share the final pictures of each said project with y'all!)

As you know we worked on our deck last year and finished up our mater closet and I have to now say that with those added spaces to our house I was feeling completely settled. We could get organized in the morning quite easily with our larger closet with custom diy shelving and we could unwind on the back deck in the evening together as a family. Our house had every corner of it touched and we felt like it finally felt like home.

Of course, nothing stays the same for long when two adventure seekers marry though.

Flash back to April of this year when my handsome, hard working, hubby and I were dealing with our crammed and unorganized garage when we got a phone call from the realtor who had sold that lovely house on the quaint street that we had lost out on a year previous. He had remembered our love for that street and had listened when we had begged him to fill us in if another house on that street ever went for sale. It didn't seem likely at the time, since most home owners had built their houses there in the 50s and 60s and weren't planning on relocating anywhere. So, we were as shocked as anyone when he called us out of the blue to let us know that a home on the street that we loved so much had just been listed.

Cue a happy dance.

My husband took one look at me across our garage and we knew we had to go take a peek at it. It was worth a look, wasn't it? Even if we were happy with where we were? Even if we had decided not to look at moving for a few more years? Even if we were finally settled and happy with our house? Even after five years of constant renos and a summer on the horizon full of happily anticipated relaxation?

Yes.

This potential home came out of nowhere and made us immediately giddy with excitement, full of questions and anxiousness and yet it just felt right.

Could our dream of living in this special spot be something that was actually attainable? Would the house be a total flop? It couldn't possibly fit all of the requirements on our list, could it? It didn't matter, we had to check it out before it was too late.

We didn't waste a minute speeding the two minutes down the road to our favorite street in town.

Once again, just as the golden sun was setting its back drop on the quaint street, setting the scene for falling in love.

To be continued...

Thursday, August 13, 2015

New Beginnings for This Little Estate {The Moving Chapters; Part One}

This post has been sitting, waiting to be published since May. FOUR MONTHS AGO!

SO, I thought it was about time I dusted off my computer and let all you patient lovelies in on ALL the things, so here it is.

I don't think things have ever been this quiet around the blog front. But here we are, a few weeks since my last post and yet I have thought daily about sitting down and connecting with you guys.  Things may have been quiet here, but oh me-oh-my, things have been crazy, hectic, challenging, exhilarating, terrifying, messy and fulfilling in real life.

I imagined a hand full of different ways to tell you all what has been up around here, but I am not sure how long we have before a baby calls me away, someone needs a sandwich made, or a lovely client calls to book an appointment, so lets just get right down to it!

If you were here in real life, I would pour you a coffee (or a glass of wine depending on what time a day it was) ;) Oh who am I kidding, wine for breakfast is smiled upon if we are celebrating, right? and I would excitedly tell you that we are moving on to a new adventure.

I would tell you in my high pitched excited voice with my happy flapping bird arms that "WE ARE MOVING!"

 
You of course would ask me a million questions and I would fill you in on all the dirty gossip, I mean the dirty to do list that the new house has written about it and we would squeal happily together in our ultra clean current house that has been the vain of our existence the last few weeks.

You see, we have been working non stop at getting this house we love so much ready for the next family to love it so much. We have been painting trim, finishing our deck, digging out gardens, painting front doors, washing windows, bleaching blinds, painting ceilings, cleaning carpets, puttying nail holes, painting bedrooms, polishing floors, getting rid of furniture, hooking up sinks, decluttering, cleaning and organizing closets and cupboards that just need organized the next day and we officially haven't slept in weeks.

But as everybody knows who has ever sold a house, it is all worth it.

Last night I walked around our clean, lovingly built home and I felt elated for the people that will get this house and call it THEIR home. 

This house has been a five year labor of love for our little family and now that every square inch has been touched we can without a shadow of a doubt say that we adore this place and this space.

If you are wondering why we would want to start a new chapter in a new property after this house has finally been finished, you are not alone. Everyone is wondering if the paint fumes have finally gone to our heads. The explanation is simply that our needs have changed and everything fell into place so beautifully that it was meant to be that we move on.

I know you will love the story and the back story and the two years ago back story on how we found our new adventure. I cant wait to share it all with you as soon as I get more then five minutes to sit down without a tool in my hand.

Things have been a little quiet over here on this blogging side but they are about to get really amazing if you stick around and love a good before and after.

The next few months are going to take DIY projects to a whole new level and I hope you will swing by and check out what we will be up to. Until then, please, go finish the painting project you have been putting off, I am TELLING you, it feels oh-so-good to sit in a room that is happily finished. ;)

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A little love letter to my girl on her 6th birthday

Dearest Audrey Grace,

Today my sweet daughter, you are 6 years old.

I can barely believe it.

Somehow it feels like just yesterday I sat on your auntie and uncles couch on a typical Saturday evening, pondering about you, and yet it wasn't a typical night at all. It was the weekend before you were to be born and I was overwhelmed with how lucky I felt. You squirmed in my belly and I said out loud what I had felt in my heart for nine long months, "I cant believe I will actually have a little girl soon." I was astounded and in shock and knew that I would love you in such a special way.

When you were born I looked into your little round eyes and felt the lovely mother daughter bond grow instantly. The one that we had begun together during those months when you stretched my belly to the size of a watermelon and when I listened to you hiccup until I cried with happiness.

You were a dream brought to life and I treasured every second of your babyhood.

Flash forward six years and I am in awe of who you have grown into.


You still have the beautiful round eyes and the fine hair you were born with, but now you show this perfect, gappy, little girl smile when you laugh. You laugh a lot. A laugh that makes me smile every time I hear it. You don't hold back when you find something silly or funny and I admire that about you. You keep up with your brothers and love being silly with them. I am always telling you that you are the rose between the two thorns. Of course your brothers role their eyes at that. But it is true. You are just like a rose!

You are sweet and loving, compassionate and giving, creative and thoughtful and you never stop imagining and caring. 

You would play dolly's in your room all day if I let you. You love on them and anything that is small and/or cuddly. Just the other day I woke up to you having set up the cutest display in your bedroom. Dolls and stuffed animals were lined in rows, they sat in moving boxes and cereal boxes and they "held" little "books" you had neatly made for each of them. I wondered when you had gotten up and with what time did you have to make this classroom setting. You love to play teacher and mommy and nurse and take care of all the things that will let you hold and rock them. When he allows, your little brother is your favorite play mate for your make believe stories. It is the cutest thing to watch but I am never fast enough to catch it on film.  He will cry like a real life baby for you, which in turn makes you coo and awwww over him like a real life Mama. Which always makes me swoon over the two of you and your love. Oh how you love your brothers!

You and your little brother are almost the same size at this point and I worry about how petite you are. I remember those exact words written in my own baby book when I was about your age which gives me some peace knowing that your old Mama filled out okay. ;) You may be small and mighty and I have no doubt that you are fierce. You prove this when you keep up with your older brother and his friends. ;)

You sometimes prove to me that your sweet side is evened out by your sassy side. You show this side mostly when I am trying to dress you or when you want your own way or want to determine your own bedtime. You are small but you are a determined wee thing. You stand up to your oldest brother and like to boss everyone in our home around. Because, as proven most times, you DO have great inventive ideas on how to finish a task, in a better way.

You love to cook with me and are the best little assistant. You also love to choose watermelon and sliced carrots over a regular dinner that the rest of us will eat. Agriculture amazes you and I love that we share that. You marvel at how flowers grow and how produce sprouts from the dirt and you are always reminding us that we should be making healthy choices.

You love to make crafts and often cut up paper into a million pieces all over the house. Sometimes I think you are trying to recreate a scene from your favorite movie "Frozen" with all the little snowflakes you make from your Daddy's stash of computer paper. You have even been known to sneak glue sticks and Mommy's special pair of hair cutting scissors in order to complete a craft and make it perfection. You aren't the best at cleaning up your beautiful masterpieces though and I can honestly blame you for a million dried up markers whose lids you are known for making magically dissapear.

You are giving  and caring and often use your crafting skills to make pictures and presents for people. You proudly make pictures for your kindergarten teachers and pray to run into them around townover summer break. They maintain celebrity status to you at this point and you wonder if they know more then Mommy at times though you try to tell me so nicely. You loved school this year and especially loved helping all the younger kids. You prefer to wear dresses to school and are already planning your outfit for the return of school this September.

I cant believe you are six. Going into grade one. My little darling who is turning into a little lady.

I miss your chubby baby cheeks and your rolly polly baby legs but I love that you have grown into this little lean lady-girl who is mastering gymnastic moves and who loves to kick soccer balls with Daddy.  You don't care about whether your hair is brushed or whether your shirt matches your skirt but you do care how glittery and frilly your outfits are. I love your priorites.

You are only girl that belongs to me and I love that you are teaching our boy filled family how to treat a lady. However, this does not, stop you from asking for a sister every other day. I pray that our relationship will grow into one that is so special though that you wont feel the loss of not having a sister to share lifes secrets with. Besides, I tell you all the time that if you train your brothers enough, one day they may learn to shower properly and may infact marry, giving you two sisters in law! Right now, you are still hooked on the movie Frozen and still would rather have an "Elsa" to your "Anna" so you just don't buy what I am trying to sell.

Please though, my sweet girl, if you can take anything to heart that I tell you, please remember that you are perfect the way you are now. I love your glitter wearing, glue stick wielding, bossy acting, crazy hair sporting, craft making, squeaky voice speaking, love giving little girl.

You were the perfect addition to our family 6 years ago and you continue t be the right amount of  to help me with our testosterone filled house. Your eyes are still one of my favorite things to get lost in. I cherish those moments where you allow me to stare at you long enough to put my mama heart at ease before you wiggle free from your spot on my lap and into this big world.

I am forever grateful that we have been given these last six years with you. This front row spot that allows us to fall in love with you every single day. When you speak matter-of-factly, when you proudly wave a new drawing in front of us, when you twirl in a lacy tutu, when you get as muddy as your brothers, when you reassure us with your old-soul-kind-of-ways and when you remind us that every day with you is an absolute blessing.


Happy birthday my wee little sweet pea. May you feel your Mama's love on your sixth birthday and forever and ever.

Mommy
xoxo

Monday, June 08, 2015

Shiplap Wall {How we did it!}

I still cant believe I talked my husband into letting us do shiplap in our home. 

When I met him he already had his own design sence. Think lime green walls, bright white leather sofas, foosball tables, salt water fish tanks and giant flat screens connected to all the latest gaming contraptions.  

Think, every guys dream man cave.

When I suggested the idea of casual, textured, wooden shiplap to his clean line loving self, he didn't get it.

At first. 

Luckily for me, he is agreeable and loves a good project. 
So, a few weeks ago, we did what we do most weekends; we traveled the half an hour drive to our nearest Lowes and made friends with the employee in charge of their giant saw.


(Excuse the cell phone pictures to come in this post. When you diy by the seat of your pants the good camera is the last thing you remember to take out. )
This wasn't the first time we had meandered around the store trying to figure out what kind of paneling to utilize. This may have in fact been our fourth venture to this particular store. Love ya Hubby!

 Which just proves to all the shiplap lovers out there, that with some nagging and some loving prompting read more nagging and begging you too can make your rustic textured wall dreams come true.

After a lot of going back and forth between the types of wood we could use for this project, we ultimately used 1 by 8 sheets of utility board. I loved the texture on the wood and that it wasnt as smooth as MDF, it was also super affordable and was just the thickness I wanted for our boards. We then got the boards cut into 8 inch wide boards.


Then we got to work taking down our dining area plate wall while I challenged myself mentally to remember right where most plates had hung. Thank goodness for pictures though and the archives of this blog because most days I dont remember what I ate for breakfast. 

PLATE WALL LOVIN' POST.


Once our plates were down my hunky hubby dragged all of the ply wood lengths into the house. Since our garage is less of a work space and more of a dumping ground for all the things. Sorry to all my neighbours who get a glimpse of it every once in a while when I cant remember the code for the automatic closing door. #sensingathemehere



PS: We may have also tried our luck with getting that helpful Lowes employee to cut more mdf for some upcoming projects that will happen soonish. Stay tuned!


Once the boards were indoors I sanded down the ouchie frayed edges and made a giant mess that would later get trampled upstairs and downstairs.  

#diykidlife
#Ispyamessygarage

Clearly I cant believe how many boards I will have to sand down. That face!


Once the boards were sanded to a smooth finish on all sides we started at the corner area of our wall and began attaching the boards from top to bottom.


To attach the boards we glued some adhesive to the back of them and then secured them with our nail gun.


For some reason we always seem to start our projects on what should be a lazy Sunday afternoon. Which means by 7pm hunky hubby has to rush to hockey practice with the boys. Since he is reliable like that.

 

Luckily we have helpful children that love to play camera man and who love to be involved in all of our diy projects. Think spreading adhesive on tables and dropping an entire box of cheerios on to the floor. No worries, they and the dog picked them up.


This is my attempt at cutting out pieces in the wood for around our outlets. It didnt need to be a perfect cut since the outlet cover would cover the cut lines. Thank goodness.

Yes Mom, I still have all my fingers.
Yahoo!


We used a yard stick to keep our gaps between the boards the same and to ensure that all of our boards stayed even.


Once they were all up in place, I stepped back to survey our new feature wall.


And I was a smitten kitten.

It took me another few days to figure out if we should paint over this wooden wall. I guess I loved the texture of the wood and the grain of it, but ultimately, I puttied and painted and took some pretty pictures of our updated dining room.

Stay tuned for the ultimate reveal!!!! Coming in an upcoming post!!


Also, apparently victories are happening everywhere over here, because that racoon we were telling you about, you know, the one who was living in our attic? Yeah, well, she and her babies are out now. Out and living the dream in a near by forest. I'll leave that adventure for another post. You guys are going to want to see pictures of the cutie pattottie babies. All six of them!

And because I dont like to leave you guys hanging too long, and suprises arent my specialty you can see some sneak peeks of our shiplap wall on my Instagram.

Monday, June 01, 2015

Painting Tips

If you had of come over in the last few weeks you would have wondered if a tornado had gone through our home. 

We were still trucking away on our closet reno, our four year master bath reno, our board and batten ceiling in our kitchen, our shiplap wall, our roof redo and last years deck transformation. 

  

You could say we had a lot of work before us but I am excited to say that we worked non stop and now have 99.9% of the projects in our house finished. FINISHED.

I cant believe I just wrote that.

Oh yes, did I mention I painted our master bedroom twice recently too?


With all the projects on the go, and while living in a diy fixer upper for almost five years we have learned a lot.

Most recently I have been painting all of the indoor spaces I mentioned above and in five years have touched every square inch of this big ole house with my hand dandy used and abused paint brush.

I thought I would take a quick break from all things paint related and mess and share with you what my top three painting suggestions are.

MY TOP THREE PAINTING TIPS

1. Do not throw out your old sheets, you will need to re purpose them as drop cloths. If you have tossed them already then go ahead and purchase half a dozen sheets from your local thrift store. Use them as drop cloths while painting your home. Keep them in a special place in your home and just throw them down when painting your spaces. These sheets usually will put you back .99 - $1.99 and are well worth it. You can throw them in the washing machine when you are done and you can reuse them for years. If you come across a sheet that is a bottom one and has elastic in it, grab that too. I find those to be so useful if you are painting furniture in your home especially. Simply turn it inside out and put a paint can or something heavy in the corners to stretch it out and put your piece of furniture in the middle of the sheet. The lifted corners of your sheet will contain the droplets of paint from flying up and around your living space. I also love crib sheets for this same reason. They can also be used to cover soft fabric items when you are painting a furnished room and some are the perfect size to cover a dresser or a small kitchen island, like in our case. :)

2.  Plastic ziplock bags will be your best friend when you are painting. We hardly every purchase plastic bags because I prefer to reuse containers around here, but when painting and painting a lot, those little ziplock bags will be worth the expense! By placing a paint brush into a bag and sealing it shut and laying it flat, you can afford to get distracted by the kids and take the dog for a walk while in the middle of a painting project. If you are redoing an entire home like we have, plastic baggies will save you from purchasing new paint brushes on the daily. If you are doing bigger projects that need multiple coats of paint, take your sealed paint brush that is zipped up into your plastic baggy and push all the extra air bubbles out, smooth your brush bristles inside the bag until they are nice and flat and put inside your refrigerator. You can simply come back to your paint brush in a few days when work is done, when the kids dont need you and when you can give your painting your full attention. Think of all the money you will save on buying new paintbrushes!

3. Keep an old box handy and use it as a spill proof tray when you are tackling a painting project. Keep your paint can and messy brushes inside of the cardboard box at all times. Your carpet and hardwood will thank you. Say goodbye to splattered paint and flicked droplets, that cardboard box will keep things neat and tidy for even the messiest painter. If you get drips of paint down your paint can? Who cares, your tray will save you. If you need to move from one spot to the next when you are painting an entire room? Simply move your tray along with the inside of your foot. You will feel like a soccer star and you will have a mess free work space!

These are my top three painting tips that I use every time I take on a project. Except for that one time when I wanted to spray paint a giant desk in my teenage bedroom and my weakling arms couldn't take it out of my bedroom so I just spray painted it, and everything around it, including my brand new carpet. It all ended up a beautiful shade of hot pink. SORRY DAD!

IF you want to save yourself a lot of spills and paint mishaps, try following these easy steps that take seconds more to follow. From my experience, kids, life and pets have a way of messing up painting projects and these three quick tips are sure to help you. I wish I had of known to use the cardboard box as a tray when I was painting a console white in our living room. Our dog knocked over an entire can of white paint on to our tan carpet and my father in law saved the day with his steam cleaner and half a dozen roll of paper towel. #travesty

For an environmentally conscious gal like myself, I love using items I already have on hand, to avoid using items like paper towel and extra cleaning products. It feels good to re purpose things like old sheets and cardboard boxes instead of tossing them out too. :)

I hope these tips help you out and save you from making some costly mistakes when refreshing your space! If you have any painting tips of your own, I would love to hear them!

Now, back to completing the last .1% of our home projects. I cant even believe we have gotten that 99.9% off of our to do list completed in the last few weeks! 

I cant wait to show you our progress and to share some super exciting news with you shortly. Hope you all are enjoying your Monday!

Happy DIY-ing!




Sunday, May 10, 2015

Happy Mothers Day to all the Mamas

When I was a little girl I had lopsided pigtails, haphazard bangs, gappy teeth, bruised knees, a slip that never hid beneath the dresses I had to wear and a mother who only saw beauty and who loved me fully and entirely.


She was the mother who woke up before her six children. She would pray for us in the early hours of the morning, make our lunches, lay out our clothing and rub our backs awake. She was the kind of mom who hand made gifts for our school friends birthdays, the one who baked bread and sweets and the one who was always home. She was a staple at our bustling house. 

To me, home meant Mom and mom meant home.

She was the one who brushed out hair tangles, orchestrated bath times, the one who volunteered at school, the one who sewed new clothing, the one who listened to bed time worries and dreams and the one that got the brunt of the teenage years. 

I clearly recall my mother waiting on our front porch for me to come home when I tried my feeble hand at being a rebellious teenager. She was the one that checked to make sure empty beds were filled before retiring to sleep, the one that eavesdropped for the betterment of her children and the one who rarely had to speak her disappointment or her disapproval. All she had to do was give me a look of dismay and I knew. I KNEW, in that one look that if I had disappointed her, the one that loved unconditionally and wholly, then I would soon disappoint myself. 

On the other hand, she was always the first to cheer her children on, the one who sang the biggest praises and the one who could make a little girl with a bad haircut and a love for dirt under her fingernails feel like a million bucks.
 
Ultimately, the Mom I had growing up, is the kind of Mother I want to be for my future teenagers and my own children, now.


The one with the heart and the arms wide open.

I also want to be the one that makes every birthday cake - no matter what the request, the one who decorates on birthday mornings with streamers and balloons, the one who sneaks love notes into crammed lunch boxes, who kisses goodbye, who laughs with abandon, who slaves over stoves, who encourages continually and who offers a wink or a hug which makes the world suddenly a better place.

My mother is one of the greatest people I have ever known and is by far the most patient and loving human I have ever been given the opportunity of loving. She is sugary sweet, unwaveringly kind, deeply creative, a Jill of all trades and the woman I most admire. And I am reminded daily that knowing her has enriched my life in countless, unmeasurable ways.


Today I hoped to mention her just a little bit - here. Today I hoped sharing a few lines about her would encourage all of the tired Mamas out there. Today, on Mothers Day, we celebrate mothers everywhere; the ones who have been, the ones that hope to be and the ones that raised us with sweat, tears and beautiful stamina. Today is for her and for YOU.

Today I will squeeze my mother and I will tell her that I love her and yet I will never be able to adequately explain how much her love and life have changed me. I only hope that as my face changes and mirrors her own that my actions and love for others will slowly transform and emulate her constant selfless love as well.



"Here is to all the strong women
May we know them,
May we be them,
May we raise them."
-Unknown

 May everyone who has ever had a mother, feel loved by her in your heart, today and always. May all of us who are Mothers love and care for the children in our lives the way that we always hoped to care. May all of us who have loved and lost feel a special love today and may all of us who are waiting to become Mothers feel enormous peace for the things that are to come. 

Happy Mothers Day to all of the Mamas out there. Many blessings to you on your special day.


Photos used in this post courtesy of Red Suitcase Photography

Friday, May 01, 2015

Shiplap Obsessed {Modern panelling for the wood enthusiast.}

I began to fall in love with all things wood paneling when I was a small child and my family and I lived in what looked like a cottage in the heart of our city.

Picture rough barn wood bedroom doors, wood beamed ceilings, barn board chair rail, board and batten and pretty wood overload. It was scratchy and gorgeous and I have never forgotten how warm and cozy a room feels when it is filled with natural wood elements.


Fast forward to 2014 and to the first time I caught a glimpse of the farmhouse chic designs by Joanna Gains. 

My full out wood paneling obsession was blown out of control because of her.

Check it out for yourself..



Shabby Chic Living Room by Waco Design-Build Firms Magnolia Homes

Here is her farmhouse living room. I just love the painted shiplap on her walls!

Gorgeous!!!

I don't think I am the only one smitten with planking and wood paneling though.

 So many in the design world love the trending wall treatments and since it is Friday and I like to celebrate end of the week with pretty things, (since I am a Mom and Friday means nothing) If you are going to be along with me and in your pajamas by 7pm tonight, I thought I would offer you some pretty eye candy in the form of all different types of shiplap. Feel free to oogle over this prettiness while you watch netflix tonight and indulge in a deserved glass of wine.
 


Farmhouse Living Room by Boise Interior Designers & Decorators Judith Balis Interiors

Left natural, painted white or painted dark and moody, on the walls, on the ceiling, on every square inch, whatever the case, whatever the style, I love the addition of shiplap! I cant wait to show you our dining room and to share with you our very own version of shiplap. 

Until then....
Check out the hashtag #shiplap and fall head over in heals with all things awesome-sauce and feel free to comment on these inquiries so we can get to know each other better:

Which of these pretty rooms is your favorite? Would you paint shiplap or leave it bare? Do you prefer is glossy white or cozy dark? Would you ever install this kind of wood treatment in your home? Do share, I would love to hear what YOU love!
 
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