just an afternoon Horse Break on a cloudy, overcast day at The Right Turn Ranch.
This is really a dream come true. I wish everyone could find a place that feels as much *home* as this does for us.
just an afternoon Horse Break on a cloudy, overcast day at The Right Turn Ranch.
This is really a dream come true. I wish everyone could find a place that feels as much *home* as this does for us.
Two things before you read this:
And, BTW, that’s 3 things not 2…and, in this family, we call any math I do Fuzzy Math and, as far as I can tell, counting is Math.
I’ve compared my Name Choosing Process (be it Child or Ranch) to creating a grocery list for a party of 4. Wait, then another couple invites themselves Then you find out someone is a Vegan and two people are Lactose Intolerant. There is also a Recovering Alcoholic and a friend of a friend who just got dumped and is going to need a LOT to drink.
See what I mean?
It involves starting with a small list and then adding more and more items then crossing some off and adding a few more then deleting 5, but also adding 8 after the fact. The list looks like someone was playing a game of MASH and writing a song at the same time while also doing their grocery list.
When I named Reeve, I would sit in my office (yes, I had a Real Job once and an office and made a LOT of money….now I sit at home and sing B-I-N-G-O 100x a day) and start with a pretty and clean lined piece of paper and by the end of each day end up with one name I only kind of, sorta maybe liked.
Lowe was different. Heard a name. Had a story. Done!
Naming The Ranch had nothing to do with me and, these days, that’s exactly how I like Major Life Decisions.
Mama is tired and ain’t nobody got time for anything that requires me to really think…unless it truly is a grocery list because I really am good at that. Well, I take that back…new city, new grocery store has messed up My System and until I learn the aisles (I have tried to write them down the last few times I went but somebody is always crying) I end up zig zagging all over the damn store, back tracking for butter or quinoa or something. Side Note: The Annie’s Mac & Cheese and Almond Milk are in a whole separate section of the stores here in what’s know as the Nature Market. In Colorado, all the foods were….they just WERE…and now the healthy stuff is in a completely different area. It baffles me b/c I’m sure the Psychology of Shopping makes some people think these Healthy Items cost more….done!
The Ranch was named after the previous owner’s and it really just bothered me every time we pulled up to it. Their names started with a C and a D and “C D Ranch” sounded “seedy”…
Don’t get me wrong, they are lovely people, it’s just that it’s OURS now…sure, we still need their help learning about the horses and how to do things around with the land, but this is OUR house dammit! We uprooted our lives and children to move to this little slice of land and that has MORE than earned us naming rights. Oh, and our names are on that mortgage now…not theirs!
So, what’t the name, you ask?
Well, let me take you back to January 2009! Kirk and I had just started dating, in fact, we’d maybe only been on 4 or 5 dates at this point. I was careless, carefree, unemployed, homeless and pretty much open to anything! He was hard-working, the boss of many, sat at a desk and was awed by nearly every word and idea I had. He really had no idea what he was in for when he started up with me. Poor Guy, didn’t stand a chance!
One snowy day, I called him and said SNOW DAY….skip work and come play with me. Well, again, I didn’t have a job and every day was Snow Day for me, but Kirk, well, he had people to boss around and deadlines and HUGE companies and important people to deal with.
Did I care? No way!
I decided we’d drive around in my Honda Civic and do donuts in parking lots.
What the WHAT?!??! You read that right. Yes. You. Did.
Kirk was nervous. Kirk is always nervous, but was still in that phase where he didn’t want to not go along with my ideas for fear of looking lame and so he sat in the passenger seat while I pulled the Emergency Brake and spun us around lots in LoDo or somewhere. It’s the small things, people.
I wish I had a picture of us. He was grasping the Oh Shit Handle for dear life and I was maniacally cackling in delight. Oh, and this makes me remember the time we were lost in Italy and I was driving the Manual Car and taking hairpin turns and he was shaking, white and praying for his Life….and…back to story.
I then decided we’d go to the Aquarium. Or the Museum. Or somewhere. Only…I didn’t know how to get there.
This was before you could easily just pull Maps up on your iPhone. It was actually back when Blackberry’s had that little rolly ball thingie and you could pull up a map it just took a long time and, back then, I wasn’t in a hurry.
I got us lost. Well, you are never really lost in Denver (just look West, right), but I wasn’t listening to him trying to tell me where to go and I said, “I’ll just keep making Right Turns until we get us there.”
Now, this is the part where you say to yourself, “how does she remember that?” and I say, “Are you kidding me? You think I remember that? I can’t remember what day it is.”
Kirk remembered that….duh!
So, when it came time to name this place, I’m thinking about song lyrics and things from our wedding, places we’ve been, looking at our surroundings. I don’t have a lot of brain space these days and unless that damn sign looked at me with lips and actually TOLD Me it’s name, I wasn’t gonna come up with a name for this place.
Kirk, however…well, Kirk is good like that.
He told me he’d been thinking the Right Turn Ranch and I’m all “ohhhhh…I see….because you make a right turn to pull in here, huh?”
And he’s all “well, that and the time you got us lost and said you make a lot of Right Turns in life and…yada yada….and something about the symbolism and making the ‘right turn’ in life with this decision to move here and so on a yada yada”
He’s deep like that.
Well, I’m all “sounds good to me.Can I make a pretty sign?”
Kirk rolls his eyes and I make 4 subsequent trips to Michael’s for wooden letters and paint and brushes and I spill paint everywhere and make a mess on the sidewalk and end up making it off-center and a little tight between Right & Turn and everyntime I look at the new sign I smile and say to myself a sentence I find myself uttering quite often these days:
Kirk was right! We really did make a Right Turn (literally)
PS…does EVERY SINGLE THING around here need to have a horse on it? NO….NO IT DOES NOT! I don’t know why the previous owners insisted on putting rooster and stars and horses on EVERY THING. It’s not like people didn’t see the horses. I like horses and all, but ENOUGH WITH THE HORSES.
PSS…or is it PPS? We only have TWO horses, not THREE, so it’s wrong anyway
I don’t know what I expected life to be like out here in the woods, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t at all in my mind what it’s turned out to be.
It’s slow. And calm. And peaceful. And VERY humbling.
We are still living out of boxes going on 36 days and I’ll be okay if I never eat out again, but our perspectives have completely changed. I’m reminded constantly why we made this huge change in our lives.
From Reeve excited to put on him mud-covered boots to feed the horses to the cobwebs covering the barn and even the not-perfect house.
I won’t lie…that part has been the hardest for me. I seem to cross one thing off my list of what I want to do to this house and three more get added. New carpet, built-ins, appliances. There is always something and that’s been really hard for me, someone who likes things nice and neat and doesn’t like to wait.
But there is a lesson in all of this, I know.
My home isn’t perfect (like the one in Coloardo) and it certainly has some quirks, but I’m reminded daily that I don’t want perfect anymore. I don’t want to live my life trying to find the *perfect* picture of the *perfect* curtain. I would tell Reeve, if he were to ask, that *perfect* is boring!
I’m reminded with each sunrise, each thunderstorm, each foggy morning, each time I hear frogs croaking in the pond, each time I make a right turn into our gate….we didn’t buy this house for the house, we bought it for the land.
And I couldn’t not be more happy that we did. I see our family changing. I see myself changing so much. I like what I see.
Here we are are sitting on our white porch swing under our wraparound porch listening to blues music and the rain pattering on the roof as we hear thunder and horses whinneying…we will call this “Front Porch Session.” I see many of these in our future.
This Cree that runs at the edge of our land is called Deer Creek and has become our daily excuse to get out of the house. Here are my boys watching for tadpoles.
Showing an old friend’s daughter our new life.
I saw this tree root when we first moved in and just knew it would make for a perfect Gnome Home. Reeve saw it and gasped! He covered his mouth and insisted we whisper. I made up this great story about how he trusted our family enough to be seen and how we needed to buy him some furniture. He hasn’t told us his name yet, but we can’t wait until he does! And here is his food. I put some sprinkles in this tic tac container and Reeve just thought it was the coolest thing!
The clouds! I love how daunting and ominous they are. You can see the grass is greening! That’s Cody, the male horse. Every time we come up to the fence he thinks we have food. Lowe doesn’t know what to think of the horses just yet. This is the very front of our land (the creek is just behind me). I still can’t believe this beautiful land is ours.
My dad gave us this horse swing and Reeve named him Trigger. In this picture, Reeve had just sat down and said to me, “I need to think. We need to do some chores, let’s pick up sticks for the firepit.” I can see the changes in him daily. As responsibility grows, he seems to flourish and love having “jobs” to do.
Two of our daily visitors. We now have 3 deer, 4 fat squirrels, 2 geese, a ton of HUGE bullfrogs, 20 turkey, an owl and who knows what else.
Reeve and “the girl next door” who walks down our long drive nearly daily now that we’ve met her and whom he works so hard to try to impress. She’s 7 and he’s as tall as she is. She’s also darling and has the cutest smile. She adores Lowe and is very polite, yet stern to Reeve when he says things to her like, “just so you know, I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Walking up our drive with Hannah on a sunny day to Deer Creek. He ripped his shirt off and kept talking about how Vitamin D gives you energy. Taking the flag down so it doesn’t blow away after spreading corn from the yellow bucket on the lawn for the animals to come visit. He still looks like a baby with these pajamas on. I call this a Traffic Jam these days! Life sure has changed.
From inside my car. I hadn’t realized how much I missed living where it rains, thunders and lightnings. You wouldn’t believe how one rain can make things blossom and bloom.
Sitting at the Creek again looking for tadpoles. I find myself taking anywhere from 10-20 pictures daily of just something new we discover right here in our own yard. With this slower pace sure comes an appreciation for nature. You actually NOTICE things here.
When your world moves too fast and you lose yourself in the chaos, introduce yourself to each color of the sunset. Reacquaint yourself with the earth beneath your feet. Thank the air that surrounds you with every breath you take. Find yourself in appreciation of life.
Christy Ann Martine
I pinch myself most mornings as we bounce up the gravel road in my truck. I give thanks at each meal that we aren’t looking at our neighbors eating out the back window also.
For every thing I miss about Denver, I find 2 new things here that I love.
As I sit at the island in my new kitchen eating my new favorite snack and thinking back on the day, I find that I am quite in love with this little town. Lawrence has filled the holes our family was looking to fill.
Less than 2 weeks in this small town and I’ve met some of THE most amazing people!
Living in Colorado, I sort of grew to expect people to be busy or “too busy.” Everyone seemed to have “too much going on” or were going “up to the mountains.” My friends were mostly my neighbors and trying to find a Mommy Group that I really fit into wasn’t that easy. I loved my MOPS (Mothers of Pre Schoolers) group, but never really grew too many of those friendships too deep. My neighbors were great people and we loved them…we MISS them, but again, BUSY! I get it. Once you have kids, your lives are busy.
Or are they?
“Busy” became an excuse it seemed. You can easily tell someone you are “busy” and just get out of a lot of commitments and promises.
In Lawrence, it’s slower. I don’t live in a Concrete Jungle that 100,000 people PER YEAR are moving too. In fact, I live in the opposite of that…a country dirt road and a quarter mile private road where I actually saw a pack of coyotes gnawing on a crow today.
It’s slower here. People aren’t racing. Highways aren’t full. Buildings don’t block the sun and there isn’t a Brown Cloud over the city. Strangers wave at you from their car with what I call the “Two Finger salute.” You can stop on the side of the road on your drive home to let your babies get out of the car and look at the tiny calves at the cattle ranch next door….and by “next door” I mean about 1/2 a mile down the road.
Finally….our Insides match our Outsides.
I feel like I’ve made more *friends* in the two weeks here than I did after 10 years in Denver. Now, mind you, I’m still getting to know a lot of these people and most of them don’t know how crazy I can be yet….but these people are opening their doors to me. Their hearts. Telling me their stories and it’s been humbling to have found what we came looking for.
Think about that….
When Kirk and I started whispering this dream to move out of the city and away from the mountains we love to let our boys grow up on land and with space, we really didn’t even think we were serious! We honestly would just say that we wanted “a slower life” and for our “to be less consumed by stuff.” We wanted a life where our boys knew corn grew in fields that farmers tended to and that it was their livelihood and that corn did not, in fact, come from Target.
Our dreams and whispers are now a reality.
And we are meeting so many great people! It’s been so fun these past 2 weeks. I can’t wait to see what some of they will add to our already so very full hearts and lives. Getting to know new people and hear their “stories” has really shown me how blessed we are to be at this place at this time in our lives.
I swear I’ve told our “story” 40 times.
Here is the condensed version if you are just now tuning in.
We lived in the City. Bums shit in our yard. Intravenous needles on our porch. Sirens all night. We moved to the suburbs, got married, had kids and could see from our dining room table what the neighbors were having for dinner. We were sad that our boys had a cul de sac patch of grass and one rock to jump off of. Was it enough? We would visit family here and started fantasizing about renovating a farmhouse (F You, Joanna Gaines). Two years passed. Looked at houses. Found one we liked. Almost made an offer. Kirk went to look at a house in the country on 13 acres with 2 horses. I didn’t go with him or realtor because I didn’t want to live in the house based on the pictures. Kirk was gone for 3 hours. I called Kirk. Kirk said I had to come look. I drove down the drive and two horses galloped along side me. Kirk had hands in pocket, smile on his face and had taken a Lover….she was a white home with a red door and a barn and animals galore. Made offer. Offer accepted. Listed our house. Sold in one showing. Two months later lived with friends and family until house was ours….BOOM!
You should see the looks on people’s faces. Their first reaction is ALWAYS, “we LOVE Denver…we would love to live there” and then they realize what they’ve just said and next is, “Well, welcome to Lawrence, you will love it here.” And we get that…we DO! Denver is gorgeous! The mountains are gorgeous. The weather is gorgeous!
But…my amazing, thoughtful, smart, kind and wise husband said this one night and I stopped him and grabbed my iPhone just so I could write it down (an act which takes ALL romanticism out of what he actually said).
“Colorado is beautiful. It says, ‘Come!! Play here.’ But Kansas is beautiful in a different way, It says, ‘Come!!! I will feed you, I will take care of you.’
And who doesn’t want that? Would you rather play or be held tight by a place and people who will take care of you?
Reeve is loving his new school and already has new best friends (but he does cry a lot of Deklan, Camden, Lucas and Jordan….and it breaks my f-ing heart. Real tears….sad tears in the backseat with no words or whining and that’s how I knew it’s real). And all of this after 2 weeks straight of painters in my home and 3 melt downs over wall colors. All of this after a bag of graham crackers covered in my new favorite Skippy Natural Peanut Butter Spread with Honey. And all of this after yet ANOTHER day where my best friend, Whitney, takes Reeve for the day (while she’s actually working from home) so I can run an errand of some sort.
And that’s a whole other post…the help we’ve received from her and my Sister-in-law….that’s another one. Also, there is the “take me to my knees” emotions that I experience every time I’m with my best friend and our boys are best friends and it all began with a sorority almost 20 years ago. She said it first when she said, “Would our 20-year-old selves ever have thought our boys would be best friends?” And all of this after THREE playdates with people I’ve never met but who have heard about us or who we met at church or on a playground.
It’s crazy how this town has opened it’s arms to us…LITERALLY!
Why, the other day, at Story Time at the library with Whitney and another sorority sister from KC someone came up to me and said, “are you Jessie?”
SHIT…..who doesn’t get sweaty pits whenever a conversation starts like that?
It was a friend of a friend (4 friends and counting actually) who I became Facebook friends with. She recognized Lowe and me and we hit it off just like we were REAL friends and not Facebook friends. We chatted and she introduced me to another friend and now I’ve got 12 friends here in Lawrence I didn’t have 2 weeks ago! We even have a coffee date this week and will probably find a way to either get drunk together or spend money on jeans together soon!
Her name is Melissa and she has a new blog too! CHECK It out HERE!!! Her story is REAL! I can’t wait to see what brought us together in this world! I can’t wait!
She is quite a bit funnier than mine and makes me rethink my whole modus operandi. I’m all “need to buy some boots to kick horse shit piles in because that’s what the previous owners told us to do to make the grass in the pasture green” and she’s all over there blogging about cute clothes and Luminous Weightless Liquid Foundation and pink skirts and bottles of wine that cost TWENTY DOLLARS!
Folks….if it ain’t got a 9 and a 9 and then a period and another 9…it ain’t coming home with me.
But, Melissa, I’ll drink your $20 vino and let’s skip that coffee playdate and go straight to The Wheel and show them young bitches what Black F Me pants and a choker look like.
Thank you Lawrence for being such an awesome little secret in the very middle of the US of A….we love it here and can’t wait to meet more cool people! Also, I think we are the only people here who don’t have a KU basketball schedule memorized and who have to look for the mountains to know where West is?!??!!
and some random pictures from this week
My boys looking out the back window. Every morning the same 3 deer come eat and these two wait and watch them. I love how they look so much alike here.. These should give you an idea of how exciting MY life is.
These two thought it was so cool that they had on, as Reeve said, “Similar but different shirts.” Addison said his Polo shirt (with Polo players) had “two guys playing golf riding on horses.”
I don’t know how to rotate this, but I am obsessed with these $2.00 wax melts from Wal Mart and giggled when i read this one. It’s Fire Amber and it says “souls catch on fire.”
and, when you have Honey Peanut Butter on Graham Cracker addiction you must use the treadmill to an extreme!
It’s been one week since we got possession of The Ranch. One crazy, long, hard week.
The day we signed our share of the paperwork to get the home, we arrived at the closing but our bank in Colorado had failed to mention to us that they wouldn’t be able to wire the money needed for closing to us without us actually being there…in person….after hours and hours of time spent on the phone with managers and loan officers, the only solution was for Kirk to drive to the nearest branch of our bank…in Tulsa, Oklahoma.. What a shit storm.
He did it though, like he does everything. With a smile on his face and with no complaints. Clearly, he and I are COMPLETE opposites in that regard (among many others)!
On the day we closed, we had been staying with my parents, my best friend and my brother in random periods of 1-5 days at a time. We intended to not move in until several days or even a week after closing to allow the painters as much time as possible to get a head start on painting the interior of the WHOLE house, but we were all just tired of living out of a suitcase that we borrowed an air mattress, some sheets and towels and spent the next four nights on the floor (the very UNCLEAN floor of our new home).
Painters started painting before we even got possession of the home that morning!
Over the weekend, we shopped for necessities, I bought 49 paint samples, unpacked what we could from what we brought with us, got some groceries and continued on with our 99th meal eating out. Our truck was set to arrive that Monday at 9am.
We got a phone call from a very confused truck driver who let us know that it was absolutely impossible for the VERY large moving truck to make it down our hill! We argued that it WAS possible and it HAD been done, but he assured us even if he got down, there was no way the truck would make it back out. They had to locate a local UHaul and get a smaller truck to the top of our hill where they unloaded the big truck in 4 loads onto the small truck then unloaded it back into our house. Overall, though delayed, it went as smoothly as possible.
My BFF, Whitney, took Reeve for THE WHOLE DAY and Lowe napped in the car out front for 3 hours. My sister-in-law, Connie, helped me unpack the WHOLE kitchen and organized it and here it is Saturday night and we are 98% unpacked. We were just given the go ahead yesterday when the painters left for the weekend after finishing up painting the trim to move our large furniture into place.
Kirk was dreading the unpacking part, but I love it. We get to purge EVEN more and organize! I can’t believe we are less than a week with our stuff and it’s all put away. The only items that aren’t are the rugs (waiting for paint to get finished) and pictures on the wall.
I can’t wait to share the Before & After pictures with everyone. Your eyes can’t even take the amount of oak in the Befores! Mine hurt when I look at them.
We are loving Lawrence so far and basking in all of the help we’ve received from family and friends. It’s almost overwhelming…to go from having NO help to people VOLUNTEERING to take your kid for 8+ hours! We have spent more time doing things with people this week than we did in the 5 years we lived in Highlands Ranch. It definitely takes some getting used to.
We are enjoying exploring the city and finding local spots to enjoy (from ice cream shops to the library and random stores on Mass Street).
Our hearts are full!
We could not love our home and our land more! Each morning the same family of 3 deer come eat out back and Reeve loves watching them. He says, “They’re so cute” and has named the baby Cutie Bear. Birds flutter, squirrels chase each other. I swear, it’s like a Disney movie back there.
The horses are gorgeous and learning to get to know us more every day. Reeve LOVES feeding them with daddy and has to do so either morning or night.
His bedroom is “awesome” and he loves having all of his toys in there with him. Lowe is sleeping all night long or waking up only once. A VERY welcome change from just two weeks ago when he was up 7 times a night.
More later…I’m pretty tired. It was a 70 degree day here in Kansas and a full afternoon out in the sun has me downright pooped. I leave you with this adorable picture of Reeve & Kirk watching the deer out the window.
*note how similar they look and stand.
There are some *serious* conversations going on these days in our home. (insert sarcasm)….
Imagine, if you will, the following conversations where I show Kirk 18 pictures on Pinterest and he pretends to listen all while reading the news or rolling his eyes when he thinks I’m not looking.
Do you like this gray or this gray?
Look at this paint swatch, do you see green in it?
What do you think of this sconce?
Which chairs should I get for the new table?
This duvet cover or this comforter?
It’s exciting stuff, let me tell you.
Well, I won’t lie, I LOVE all of it…Kirk not so much!
I imagine it’s the equivalent of talking about Captive Management? What is that even? What does Kirk even do? Who knows!
So, tonight’s question is the following: Do we do a Window Seat in our Master Bedroom or two chairs?
Here is our Master Window. Picture it painted light gray, without those Country Curtains, trim painted white, inside window mullions painted black and their furniture GONE!
Do you prefer a built-in Window Seat such as this?
or two reading chairs such as this?
Told you…pressing issues around here.
I have a definite favorite after seeing these 3 pictures.
Which do you prefer? I’d love to hear. I figure they will cost roughly the same….thoughts?
I’m so excited about this new table from Restoration Hardware I bought for our house.
I’m currently trying to find chairs like these but a little darker, more of a black than silver….
We have a dining room that will be opened up into the kitchen later this year or early next and that will house our more “formal” Crate & Barrel table and West Elm chairs, but we also have a huge Family Room that will fit our large sectional and is just calling for a more casual table for one of the back corners. I envision my family sitting there playing Board Games, coloring and just love that the table can’t really get ruined…it’s meant to look distressed.
I love the metal legs and that it’s on castors so I could easily move it if I needed to.
With two boys (one of which who spills every glass I give him) it’s just perfect b/c you can’t really mess it up.
The legs are so sturdy…
Kirk is going to kill me, but I think I need to order this 1890 Stag Head too….he is just begging to go on the wall in that room.
he looks so menacing.
What shall I name him?
I can’t even with all the wallpaper in this house. I just can’t….
So, once it’s all removed (which is happening before we move in), I have to start reminding myself that what I actually have is a completely blank slate. The molding will be painted white and the window mullions (thanks, Erin, for teaching me that word) will be black-ish.
Picture a new light and once we remodel the kitchen, the wall below with the wreathe and 2 black things on it will be knocked out to open it into the kitchen.
Look at these floors! Aren’t they gorgeous? I keep reminding myself to look DOWN because if I look UP I always just see wallpaper….and flowers….two things I am not a fan of.
We have this Basque Java Table from Crate & Barrel we could put in there.
or this table from Restoration Hardware we could use.
and 8 of these Willoughby chairs from West Elm in gray….
I honestly don’t even know what to do. Two colors, one on top and another on bottom? Same colors? Dark? Light?
Chair Rails confuse me.
What are your thoughts for this room?
I’m torn between light & creamy like my dear friend JoJo from Fixer Upper would do like below.
or something like this taking advantage of the Chair Rails.
what would you do? Keeping in my mind I will most likely use the more formal of the two tables (the dark one)…..thoughts?
I am open to any suggestions/ideas y’all have. Flood me with your ideas.
“Her favorite color is blue. She says that blue is associated with vastness; the skies are blue, the oceans are blue.”
If it were up to me, every room in my house would be some shade of blue.
BLUE is my color!
Aqua. Turquoise. Lapis. Sky. Aegean. Admiral.
Blue just is calming and cool! If you look at my color-organized closet, you would see the blue section is the largest. My jewelry is mostly blue. My socks are blue. I always buy blue tennis shoes.
While browsing Pinterest one night, I found my newest Blue Obsession that will make an appearance in the boys’ bathroom.
Here if your before (YIKES…that wallpaper) (that mirror)….gold shower doors….the sink has FISH around the rim!!!!!
It’s hard to tell, but because of the shape of the second story of this house, the ceiling is vaulted and off to the left of the blue vanity (also getting replaced) is a gorgeous window looking out into the horse pasture.
We are having all the wallpaper stripped, getting a new mirror, faucet, fixtures and removing the gold shower door! I love the two cabinets and am excited about only one sink versus the two we currently have now. It’s kind of worthless to have two sinks for the boys. The cabinet closest to us (with the box on it) will also get this makeover…
Are you ready? Because I am….and so far, this is only the 2nd room out of 20 that I’ve picked a color for….
I am painting the cabinets in the boys room BLUE! The top cabinet is Cyberspace by Sherwin Williams and the one below is Hudson Bay by Benjamin Moore.
I tend to like the top color better with the bottom mirror and black accessories.
Want to know another fun thing about the boys’ room?
I am so grossed out by this that I had a hard time even typing that.
Reeve hits the toilet, oh, about 1 out of every 4 pees and the thought of pee on carpet quite literally makes me want to puke. So….for my first DIY (and let’s face it, I’m not much of a DIY’er….I’d rather make Kirk pay to have someone do the work), I am going to tile that floor myself!
with BLACK GROUT because BOYS ARE GROSS!
What do you think about blue cabinets? Would you ever paint perfectly good, but boring, oak cabinets a fun color? Do you have carpet in your bathroom (Gag)?
You know that game “I’d Rather” where you have to pick between the lesser of two evils?
Like, I’d rather “be a nerd or be a jock?
Or, I’d rather “swim in a pool or poop or get my head stuck in an elephant’s rear?”
Well, in my world, the game goes like this.
I’d rather “pick 10 or so paint colors for a house or eat boogers.”
I don’t want to do either, but I have to pick one.
At this point, I’m feasting on boogies…..it is SERIOUSLY so hard to pick paint colors. Even with the help of an Interior Decorator, I’m struggling so bad. I want the color to speak to me. To reflect the right mood. To match the furniture we have and the flooring already in the house and I wan’t it to be perfect.
Especially at the tune of a number that has a 3 in it followed by a BUNCH of zeroes……
So, this is where I need your help.
It may make most sense for me to focus on one room at a time at this point and just go with it.
Let’s start with the Sunroom.
This is a room off of the Living Room that is on the back of the house. Kirk LOVES this room. I hate it. There is a LOT of wood in this room. What is it about men and wood?
Once all of their furniture and knick knacks are gone, we will put in our new outdoor couch set and an outdoor rug on the floor and most likely use this room for some drinking and chilling….music-listening even.
Taking notice that the flooring is a cream-ish tile, which would you do?
White Wash, which would still leave the knotty look of the pine?
ShipLap ~ Or painted white with none of the knots of the pine showing
Or paint it a Gray-Blue. The stain of the flooring in the picture below is very similar to the stain we have which is right next to this room.
So which do you like? Please comment on the Blog versus on Facebook.
I can’t wait to hear what you think….I definitely have a favorite and Kirk would prefer to leave it the way it is, but that room sort of makes me feel clausterphobic. I can’t imagine myself out there with a Vodka on the Rocks as it is now unless there is also a moose head hanging somewhere.
PS…see that really cool old phone hanging on the wall? I asked the Owner’s about it and they are LETTING ME KEEP IT!
Apparently, it was his dad’s dad’s phone and they made me promise if I ever don’t want it I will donate it to a museum. They said their children don’t like antiques and they knew as soon as I asked about it that it was meant to stay.
I LOVE this couple we are buying from! The items in their home mean so much to them and they’d rather pass them on than just donate or leave to someone who doesn’t want them! I will likely keep it in the exact same spot and think about them every time I look at it.
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