Shhh! Don't tell him...

So, a while ago I was told by the husband that he didn't like those old 1950s glass door knobs. At the time I just assumed it was a character flaw that I could fix later. But, now I'm started to get concerned. Was he serious? Was it a joke? Can he change?

I mean look at how great these are:



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After reading this article, I'm even more sure that I want to start scavenging flea markets and antique stores to find them, because this chica isn't paying $500 for a door knob, I mean PALEASEEE!
Once we move into the new abode, I think one day they'll just start showing up...the question is will he notice? And if he does what will be his response? Sometimes we play these passive aggressive games. Like the quilt on the bed, I like it folded a certain way and he likes it a different way, so depending on who makes the bed that is how it gets folded. Would he start silently switching the door knobs, just as I plan to "silently"/not tell him about it?

Only the future tells ladies and gentlemen...

THE FIRST BOX!

I realize in about 1 month this won't be news anymore;

however, for now I'm quite excited to announce that hubby has packed the first of oh-

so-many boxes. Given we don't move until Nov. 30th, but his little brother wanted this

bookshelf so we loaded the books, and the shelf is getting a new owner this weekend.

Woot~ Woot!

This is the shelving I'm hoping for in the new house:

Or:

Which ever ends up fitting better!

Anyone have any fabulous shelving suggestions?

ideas and inspiration- part 2

I couldn't resist posting this fabulous idea...

The first picture is a hall closet, that we are removing the door to and then using the idea from the second picture, with the egg-olive wallpaper as the backsplash. I am quite excited for the possibilities.

If you are thinking, why are you concerned with a closet when you haven't even closed or started knocking out walls...because that is how I'm keeping sane!

5 wonderfully, blissful years

My love and I have been together 5 years, non-stop today. And to celebrate...

Dairy Queen dipped cones (and kisses)..

And Bauer got a kiddy cone too! I love you babe! Here is to 50 more!

Desperately want for the new house, but can't afford yet...

1. This awesome dog bowl.

2. These super funky terrariums.

3. These curtains for the living room.

4. This lamp for my office.

5. And these super duper groovy hanging pots (normally I hate hanging pots).

Some day (She says dreamily)

ideas and inspiration- part 1

This image from an apartmenttherapy.com post a few months ago, and it is our current inspiration for the guest bathroom. The master bathroom is connected to the master bedroom and that color scheme is black and white with red accents.

I know you're supposed to have everything blend together, but I like to many different colors. However, our first floor will all be very matchy-matchy. Think slate grey with colorful POPS!@#!@$@#$

Yes, that was intentional.

Anyway, until construction begins and life as I know is gone, you be getting little snippets of our taste. Also, our one year anniversary is quickly approaching (where the heck has the year gone? honestly...best year of my life.) The paper anniversary. I bought A's gift ages ago. AND i can't wait to give it to him!

oh no where did september go?

So, I've been gone for awhile, given that no one but my endearing husband reads this I'm not too worried about my fans; however, if you are interested in the WHY this is your answer:
We are in the arduous process of buying a house. Did I mention that it is tedious and frustrating? Have I said anything about how complicated a 203k loan process can be? Have a waxed poetic about the difficulty of working with HUD home inspectors? No, well let me tell you its like being the circus conductor person-thing. You know what I mean...awww, the ringleader. Seriously, if it wasn't for my handsome and extremely capable husband I'd (still) be in the gutter crying. Fortunately, when he found me there, he told me to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.

Thus, despite starting grad school, working part time, and doing 16 hours a week of internship, I am also in the process of buying a foreclosed house that needs LOTS of loving...hmmm, have I said that yet? That it is in dire straights? Here is my best example: I won't set my bag down in the house, but I will at the metro stations! Also, I always use hand sanitizer after I leave.

If you're wondering why we bought this house, its because we both had imaginary friends when we were little. Curious about the relevance? We can see the potential, and this little darling has SO, SO much. Three bedroom, two full baths, 1 half bath, basement (with knotty pine wood paneling, oh yeah, there is character), back yard with off street parking, in DC, close to a Metro, a sky light, wood floors, and that is just the bones.

But, as soon as my bebe saw this place he knew it would be good for us, and the ideas for fixing it up are just brimming over the top. Seriously, I can't wait for the papers to be signed and the construction to start. I'm sure from my description you can tell we are basically gutting it. Only one wall is coming down but the kitchen and bathrooms are gone, literally it is all coming out, there is some fine red shag carpeting to be pulled, doors and windows: replaced, walls industrial cleaner and then primer and then paint, tacky back Florida room that slants down toward the bottom: GONE (and when the second phase of construction happens a sun room will be added, but in the beginning it will just be a uncovered back porch), carport and scary shack in the back: GONE, garden needs to be planted, fun stuff happening with that wood paneling, and a brand new kitchen from floor to ceiling everything is being removed giving us so many, many options. I just can't wait.

This is just the beginning, and although I'm overwhelmed, I'm writing this all down, because I know the end result will be beautiful.

So, if I'm not around much I apologize, but it doesn't mean I'm not busy being creative or cooking. I've been doing both, but the idea of blogging is lost on me sometimes.