The object of my affection

That old house I alluded to last week has been very
present on my mind.

I fall asleep thinking about how I would decorate it,

what colors to paint it,

what plants to add to the garden.

My husband and I went to look at it last Friday,

and here is the good news...

he loves it as much as I do!

It is a circa 1914 home, owned by only 2 other families

since its creation. It is basically a Queen Anne,

with a wrap-around front/side porch and 5 bedrooms.

We had actually looked at it in January and came close to

making an offer at that time. We were scared by

the uncertainty of the real estate market and backed out.

In the meantime the house sold to a family we know

and I was able to let go of my attachment to it (somewhat),

knowing they needed a large house, with many bedrooms,

much more than my little family did.

That sale fell through, and she is back on the market.

We have decided to try to make this house our own!

There are loose ends to tie up on our present house.

And of course, it must have a buyer.

But...if all the stars align properly, and the gods

are smiling down upon us,

and the universe is in perfect order,

it just might happen.

Here are pictures of the house-- raw and unstaged

(and horridly painted).

You are all visual people who can see

possibilities and potential,

so I thought I would share this with you.

This is the view from the large main parlor, looking toward the foyer. I love that cute coat closet under the stairs and all that woodwork. It is all original-- doors, moldings, casings, flooring.

View from the dining room looking into the front parlor. There are 2 sets of pocket doors that separate the dining room from each of the parlors flanking it.

A view of the kitchen looking into the dining room. That tile floor and wall paper drive me nuts, but at least they are easily changed. The built-in cupboard is accessible from the dining room and from the kitchen .

This is the view from the downstairs bedroom looking into the kitchen. The layout of the kitchen leaves much to be desired; however, my wheels are turning. There is a back door beyond the refrigerator that leads to a smallish wrap-around back porch.

This is the upstairs hallway. The entire house has beaded board ceilings.

A view of the front bedroom and its closet. The tacky shelves would have to go.

Another upstairs bedroom. That closet door is beautiful.





The upstairs bath with its original clawfoot tub.

I hope you can see why this house has a hold on me that just won't quit.

I feel it in my bones that this is supposed to be my home,

that I am supposed to be its steward.

Hapy house dreams to all of you.

Until next time...

Anne