After five years of marriage and two kids, we did it. Yes, we finally have decided to settle down. We bought a house.
Of course we still have Skylar's house in Los Angeles, or our retirement home, as I like to call it. Sure, it'd be nice to sell it someday, and maybe even make some money off of it so we could furnish this house. But, hey, who needs furniture? I hear most people don't use their formal living rooms any-who.
Really, we do plan to get some things for the house here and there as we go. Currently we are looking for an outdoor couch and a light fixture for the dinning room. This is a little adventure that has taken us deep deep down a rabbit whole of shopping that has become more painful than pleasurable. If you have ever taken a 4 year old and a 2 year old into West Elm, Pottery Barn, and Crate and Barrel in one night, you know our angst. As does most of the population of Westport, CT. Jam hands, dirty diapers, fine furnishings and fragile objects; it is all just not a good combination.
Then there was tonight. We took the girls to Lillian August in Norwalk. (If have never been, you have to go. Amazing.) Harper walked in, stopped, looked around in awe, and said:
"This looks like my dreams."
Hopefully, one day she'll say that about her house, too. And, hopefully, watching the house get to that point will be super fun, at least for you.
Here are some pictures as it is now. We moved in about 3 weeks ago. It is a completely renovated cape, and we have the benefit of loving what the previous owners did. It will just take some window dressing to make it feel like ours.
(Oh, and if anyone has any tips for hanging unmounted deer antlers, like the ones hanging out on top of our hutch, feel free to let me know.)