I have always loved how the March’s home had a name, a title. (Above is the real Orchard House in Massachusetts. I love the chimney… so pretty.) I’d like to name our house–it is, after all, a big part of our life and something we’ve invested in; why not give it a name? Here’s a fun article about how to do this, and the history of naming estates… no matter its size. Just FYI, if you think about these kinds of things randomly like I do…. ho hum.
We have lived here for six years, and are slowly making it our own. I remember telling R one time that I didn’t like the house, I was so frustrated while cleaning it. What not to say to your husband, right? Ha, jokes on me, this was before we had kids! What was I thinking?? Hard to clean? (Don’t you love laughing at your younger self? I do.) No, but seriously, it is from 1978, and some areas are old enough that no matter how much bleach you use, it’s just not sparkly clean and makes you feel like you wasted your time. Not fun. But slowly we are updating these problem areas. My frustration was a sure sign that gratefulness is a choice, and one that must be chosen everyday… especially in the midst of cleaning. :)
Our place is a tri-level, and I enjoy it because no one ever feels far away, but it’s easy to stow away in a pocket of space here and there if you want to. R and I are trying to make our home as practical/functional as possible, which means we have a reeeeally far way to go, but we’re climbing that staircase bit by bit. You gotta live in a place before you know how you’ll use it; and us being the Slowskis, six years sounds about right to finally decide how we’d like to use it. Especially now that we have kiddos. So we’ve been busy the last couple of years making little tweaks here and there. Taking down the mirrored wall and painting the brown paneled wall beneath a nice creamy Quail Egg color. Replacing the tiny toilets with reliable, white ones. (Ours were originally light blue and mustard color. Nice.) Ripping out carpet in all of the bathrooms and replacing with tile. Putting a shed in the backyard.
My favorite redo right now has got to be our garage entry… pretty and practical. I was inspired by this pin and this post, which I pinned a loong time ago–I loved how clean and functional it was. And do-able! I showed it to Raul, and we made the magic happen. It was our Christmas gift to each other last year: a new space, and good times working together during naptime or after the kids went to bed to get er dun.
I love that the wall across from the washer/dryer is now useable, and the splash of color is needed as our home is pretty neutral. I really try not to store things here that aren’t laundry-related; before, I’d store extra food and who knows what. Nope, keep it simple Minns, and make it relate to the space. Makes sense, right? Changing this area up has been a time saver for various reasons:
Tile means easy cleanup for messy boots and kids’ shoes. The girls know to take their shoes off now when we get in, and they have a place to put them (under coats, or in their red box).
Hooks galore means a place for everything, and everything in its place (most of the time…). Purse, coats, keys.
All hooks except the key hooks (Target) are from Hobby Lobby, 40% off. The kids’ hooks were inspired by this pin…I loved how accessible and sweet it looked next to the adult hooks!
I am still in love with the hex tile; it makes me think of Downton Abbey, and the ’20s. Kind of an odd choice for a house built in the ’70s, but you gotta go with what you love. (They were a beast to lay down, even though they come in 12 x 12 sheets. Lining them up was te.di.ous to say the least. We used dark gray grout and put a border of rectangular tile by the carpeted edge. I love the contrast of shapes, although I don’t think Raul will volunteer to cut tiles this small anytime soon. And the Best Hubby award goes to… :)
The powder room on the end of the hall got a bit of an update, too; our previous pedestal sink cracked and broke when we moved it to put the tile in (bum), so we had to replace that, as well as the fixtures. A little cream paint, and what a difference!
I am slowly starting a little collection of C’s… the little one is from my favorite vintage store, the Pink Attic Cat, and the large C is from an annual vintage fair in Littleton. Keeping my eyes peeled for more when the mood strikes… I heart typography.
And there it is. A little peek at one modified drop in the bucket that is our home. Which hopefully will have a name soon… any suggestions?