Oh My!

Our new neighborhood is a "Front Porch" neighborhood with home designs from the 20s and 30s.  The houses are all different colors--like a package of M&Ms.  Soooo the color house I wanted was an olive green with red trimmed windows and off white trim.  However the colors cannot be repeated on the street.  There was already a red house, a blue house, a yellow house, an olive green house and a tan house.  Soo our color is a very pale pea green.  Not what I would have chosen at all--we have red fish scale shingles on the front gable, a red front door, off white window trim, off white house trim and a pea green house---uh well it will look good with Christmas decorations.  I love the house so much though that I really don't care.  Pictures to come :)

Okay, here is the finished color of the house.  It is beginning to grow on me--although it is not my choice.  The door will be red like the gable and has 6 windows at the top.  The porch rails still have to be put on.

 The painted living room and the finished rails and banister.

The Blog

After blogging for two years I have come to realize that my blog has no cool fonts.  I must figure out how to change that!

We went out to the house today to check on progress.  Everything that had been stained, was covered in green paper and a  dull white fog engulfed the inside of the house--still painting.  Tomorrow we should be able to see the stained steps and the painted stair rails together.  The finishing touches are being put on.  The only thing lacking at this point are the light fixtures, the spa tub in the master, painting the walls, and exterior and the faucets. 

And---our current house still has not sold.  I have felt from the start that this house would not sell until it was time to move into our new house.  God has a way of waiting on these things until the time is right--it has happened before, and it will happen that way again.

On the up side,we still have 'ole Geezer softball--oops I mean Senior League softball to keep us entertained.   Jim really enjoys it, but it takes him the whole week to recover, and then he has to play another game.  There is a guy on the team in his late 80s.  He only plays 2 innings each game--but I wonder, how does  he do it?

Yoda Beth snoozing on the loud roary thing (the saw).  It was unplugged (whew!)

Yoda is on the down side of 12 years old now.  She is not too interested in anything but sleeping.  While Jim was working on the new fence Yoda--wanting to be close found a place to sleep--I don't think she realized she was sleeping on loud roary thing (the saw) that had been scaring her out of the garage all day :)

It rained every day last week.  The animals were stir crazy. Skye laid around bored, just staring.  She wanted us to entertain her.  Besides some low frisbee tosses in the house there was not really much for her to do but sqeak all of her squeaky toys which got old ----fast, at least for us people.

                                  

And then there was Boomer--who wanted to fill his rainy days by eating.  Every time I turned around he was on the stool at the breakfast bar, screaming for a snack.  He couldn't pass Skye without hissing and slapping at her.

The clouds still linger but we are all hoping for some sunny weather and a house sale-----SOON.

The house story.

I was sitting in our house in San Antonio reading Southern Living. Austin was about 4 and he was playing with his micro machine cars on the fireplace.  I ran across a house plan I fell in love with.  I tore out the plan and placed it in a binder and labeled it "Dream House".  As I found other things I wanted in this dream house I put them in the binder too. Each time we got transferred I brought up "Dream House" but we always had a week to find a house and a month to move.  The binder got forgotten and packed away.

 We have been here 12 years, Austin is now 27.  About four years ago they started Vintage Township (http://www.vintagetownship.com/).  I fell in love with the place and started driving out there every week when I had a chance.  After about 20 houses had gone up, one that was under construction caught my eye.  It seemed vaguely familiar. When the kids moved out, I was cleaning a closet and came across "Dream house" again. And THERE was the house I had seen in Vintage.  Last summer Vintage township was in the Parade of Homes, and Jim and I went.  I was talking to a builder's wife and she said, "We built this house across from the pool because it is like living in a resort.  Our grandkids come over and can go just across the street to the pool."  There was one lot left across from the pool.

In a couple of days I went out and looked at the lot again.  I could see the little house on that lot and my granddaughter and daughter walking down the stairs to go to the pool.  I called Jim nd told him to come out ASAP, I had found a lot. We put our money down that day.  My dreams of having grandchildren come are gone, but Jim and I will still enjoy the pool.

The front of the house

In the hearth room looking up to the library.

In the hearth room--the arched doorway to the left is the entry and the one to the right is the dining room.  All of the downstairs floors will be hardwood.

The dining room--pass through window into the kitchen

The fireplace is two sided like one I saw at my Aunt Treva's house when I was eight.
The doorways go out onto the dining porch.

I found this range top in a picture in Southern Living--tore out the picture and----

found this island there too.  It will be stained red.  I got the idea for the butcher block from my daughter's kitchen.

The kitchen has all drawers in the bottom cabinets--also my daughter's idea~!

The pullout drawers in the middle will have doors over them.

The stairway in the entry . 

The downstairs bathroom.  A full bath so Jim can come in and clean up without destroying the whole house first.

Jim's study--you can see the "three over one" windows.  I got that idea from driving around looking at the old bungalows in Seattle.  He wanted a study big enough for his TVa nd a comfy sofa--a man cave.  The closet is huge and hass enough room for all of Jim's samples--or it could be a great playhouse for a grandchild.  In the hallway across from the study is a huge closet with shelves way down low.  It is the "Maisie" closet for all the toys Erin had me save. So if we ever have a grandchild that is allowed to come to our house we will be ready!

The master bedroom looking into the masterbath.

The tray ceiling and crown molding in the ceiling.

The master bathroom.  The left sink is higher for Jim.  The whole first floor is handidcap accessible in case we need it one day.

The little potty room

The Jan half of the Master Closet--the Jim half is the same.

The back door/mudroom/laundry room

I wanted wooden stairs--so they are wooden to the second landing.

Then they are only wooden on the sides with carpet in the middle--cheaper that way and besides they can't be seen from the entry hall anyway.  The upstairs is all carpet.

At the top of the stairs you can see the "library" area.  It looks like something died there but it is actually glue that was used to hold the posts until they were nailed.

My desk and small bookcase, two tall cherry ones will go on the white wall in the foreground.  This idea came from the Moore Memorial Library in its original house.  The children's books were all in the attic.  The first place I loved to read.

The guest room which will have few visitors since our daughter no longer comes home and Ausitn can only get away occassionally.

My sewing room--fully dedicated to quilting and other sewing projects!!

And finally looking from my desk, back to the stairway.  It is not a big house but it has all the special things.

Finally we will have a house we didn't have to pick outin 5 days, with other people's dirty carpet, and weird color choices.  All the dirt and weird colors will be our very own!!