30/08/2012

House Tour

Before we dive in here's some background of our house. Our house plans were custom made by my mother and brought to life so to speak by an architect. The foundation is cement with in floor heating (we sealed and polished it to be the main flooring downstairs), the first story consists of the mudroom, kitchen, dining room, den, powder room, t.v. room and living room. The second story is painted hardwood with radiators for heating and it consists of all of our bedrooms, the laundry room and the kids bath. Lets hop right in then...
P.S. I just shot my room and then all of the downstairs.
Bed

House/Tour details

Above is some detail shots of my room on the second story...
kitchen
Our breakfast nook, kitchen and the stairs that separate the kitchen from the dining room.
diningroom
den
The den is just off of the dining room.
hallways2
These are our two main hallways, the one shown first leads into the house from our mudroom (the Powder Room door is seen) and off to the right is the living room which is empty except for some stray boxes we haven't found a place for. The second hallway leads to the t.v. room and is the front door entrance.
livingroom
This is our t.v. room it acts as our living room as well since we have yet to furnish that room.

Well I hope you enjoyed the tour, maybe when things get more settled (and clean) I'll take some shots of the rooms upstairs!


26/08/2012

Pinterest Inspiration 2

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 We are moved! Our construction site has turned into a home. The first night we slept here was Sunday August 12, 2012, a truly monumental day for us. Pictures will be coming quite soon hopefully. It took awhile to actually get our internet up and running out here, so we got a bit of reading done, started and finished my first book in what seems like months. I think we are officially country folk now, picking wildflowers and taking walks at sundown…ahh...I can get used to this. 
The lack of an oven kind of stings though, my idle mind keeps dreaming of french macaroons, a lavender iced cake on our newly un-boxed china plates and rolling out pie crust on our marble island…one can dream. Oh and if you have any stovetop dinner recipes please share, the lack of oven and a barbecue really strain our creative juices, meal-wise.
Another monumental event, we used a dishwasher for the first time in 2 years the other night, and I don't mean a human dishwasher…an actual factual mechanical dishwasher! It was quite the event, which may seem sad to most but it was tiresome washing a mountain of dishes twice a day.
Anyways have a great week!

P.S. sorry for the lack of links to the original owner of these pictures but tumblr does not help in that department and unfortunately that's where these were pinned from.

07/08/2012

The Fruit of our Labour






We've been packing/organizing these past couple days, which is really quite exciting! This "little" project of ours took at least 4 or 5 years, the actual building has only been about a year and a half though. So you could say it's been a long time coming! I can't wait to recreate my bedroom decor that's been forming in my head these past couple years and of course a dish washer and a working washer/dryer and a library and…and I could go on and on. 
Tomorrow we are going to put some paste wax on our concrete floors and then thursday is going to consist of some hardcore packing!  Wish us luck!
Oh! And did I mention those cherries are from our very own Cherry Tree!

03/08/2012

The ambrosial wind...


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A Summer Day

~ L.M. Montgomery~

The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair, 
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has falled on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up 
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams 
By lisping margins of her streams

Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far 
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings 
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer