We toured the house for the first time with our realtor, and for the second time during our home inspection in mid-April. The property was a lot different then than it is now, thanks to the dense foliage that emerged in May. We drove by almost daily before we closed, just to see the property’s features develop, even sitting at our scooters side-by-side at the end of the driveway looking at it and making plans. We really loved this place from the moment we saw it.
You’ll note as you peruse the below photos that some of the exterior shots are labeled April 2013, and are accompanied by others taken yesterday to demonstrate the change in scenery.
The interior photos shared still have signs of the old homeowners; they had moved out prior to having the house on the market, but some of their belongings remained. I don’t normally like to photograph the interior of homes without the homeowner’s permission (except for another house we looked at where the seller had a killer 1950-something Lincoln Continental convertible that was comically huge–I’m not even a car person and I was impressed–and we definitely modeled in and around it for fun) but in this case, hopefully no one (the seller, or their children, whoever they may be, if they ever see this blog) will be offended or angered by Grandma’s bed and dining room set being shown on the interwebs. The furniture, I should mention, did not stay with the house, total bummer because I would have loved the yellow chair in the corner of one of the bedrooms. We are left with the memories of their presence in those early visits by way of these photos, and the deep-deep-deep marks they left in the carpet everywhere. The items (at least most of them) were sold at a heavy discount at a garage sale held at the house in May, or so we spied as innocent garage-sale-goers, wink-nudge, so I’m sure they weren’t precious or too personal.
Onward!
The exterior of the home, April 2013 vs. June 2013:



And a wider angle shot, June 2013:

Our entryway leads into both the living room and dining room:
- Trying hard to identify exactly what type of stonework is on the fireplace and forming the planter box. I keep saying slate, but no one seems to agree with me.
- Beige. Beige carpet, beige walls, beige vomit.
- The living room is sunken, though the ceiling is the same height as the rest of the house. High ceilings for tall Christmas trees!
- The wood burning fireplace needs some TLC, as identified in our home inspection and a subsequent chimney estimate review. We’re still debating a switch to gas.
- Picture window happies being had for both the living and dining room.

The kitchen:
- More Beige-y McBeigeBeige.
- Got knobs?
- The floor is “newer;” we found remnants of the tiles in the basement. It’s interlocked and floating, which may bode well for its eventual replacement.
- Huge picture window above the sink. Really huge.
- Has an eat-in kitchen, and access to the sunroom.
- Loads of storage, though none of the drawers are on tracks, none of the shelves are adjustable, and no space is tall enough to hold the modern cereal box.
- Old appliances, newer sink and faucet.

We haven’t dined at the eat-in kitchen yet, because the sunroom is too wonderful to ignore.
- Fully screened in.
- Solid concrete foundation beneath carpeting.
- Shown with the seller’s furniture, currently houses one of our wedding tables.

There’s a small half-bath off of the kitchen too.
- It really isn’t anything special, except that Julia called it the toilet room in our video tour, so now we do too.
- It has a window that looks directly into the sunroom, which is only awkward if the window is opened and you’re peeing while people are eating.

Also accessed through the kitchen, the basement.
- I have a basement video for you, fodder for another day. But check out how tall the ceiling is (photo taken in April during the home inspection).
- 2×12 joists and an I-beam that might rival the Empire State Building’s construction.
- Side note: Back left, there’s a vintage roller coaster-ramp-cart-type thing for kids. We all wanted to ride. It wasn’t left with the house, which is probably a good thing for our homeowners’ insurance policy.

Back upstairs, the hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom has a special something:
- It makes me feel like I’m in a hospital, but it sure it might be a good sound barrier if we were to be partying hard after the kiddies went to sleep.

And here’s the charming 1950′s bathroom:
- Square tub with diagonal basin, awesome, odd, great. We would love to figure out a way to retain it whenever we gut this room.
- Separate standing coffin shower, score.
- Loads of storage. Deep drawers, medicine cabinet, tiny drawers beneath sink (so far, perfect for everyday items like toothpaste, hair brushes, makeup).
- So much hex tile that it makes my pupils go hexagonal.
- Maroon and ivory, beige and pink, which we can live with, no problem.
- Broken ceiling vent fan.
- Humungous mirror.

The master bedroom is as big as all three bedrooms at our old house, combined.
- We talk every night how in the world we’re ever going to use so much space, short of getting a king-sized bed someday, or building in a master bath.
- Two closets with lights that come on when you open the doors.
- Old curtains. I don’t even know where to begin with replacing them.
- Ceiling fan and light operated by remote control.

The other bedrooms. They’re much alike so I’ll lump them together:
- Corner windows are charming. I wish our master bedroom had them too.
- Nice closets, both with lights that come on when you open the doors.
- Cool yellow chair. It did not come with the house.

The backyard is wonderful. The grass was completely brown and toasted in April when we saw the house, but we’re pleased that it has come back lush and thick throughout the sunny parts of the yard. More like a Rogaine treatment through the shady areas, as one might expect.
- The last of the photos I’ll share with you today features that plant I asked you to identify on Instagram and Facebook a month ago. It had yellow-ish flowers then, and you clued me in to the fact that it was probably a honeysuckle. But then over the weekend we found that it bears 3″ thorns up and down each stem, and though I haven’t been here long enough to see the alleged berries, we have reason to believe that it’s an untrimmed Lycium Halimifolium, A.K.A. a Matrimony Vine. And it has spread all over our back fence. And it needs to be terminated. Huge, right?

Hope you enjoyed! Time to unpack more boxes…
I didn’t leave myself much time to chime in with a happy Monday post, or more so, organize photos to complement. As you might understand if you followed my photos on instagram, facebook, and twitter, we’ve been wildly in motion, moving about like crazy people almost non-stop since closing on our house last Wednesday. And can I say, I really liked reverting back to simple photo progress updates.It’s how I maintained my first home blog, the one I had before I got all wordy, and it was refreshing to go back to an easy to update-on-the-fly formula. Thanks also to everyone for the nice comments on last week’s video tour (see it right here if you haven’t already), I know owe you better pictures of the interior and exterior.
Thursday was spent with a U-Haul, a modest 11-footer manned by Pete and both of our dads. It was a one-day effort to move anything in from the house that we suspected Pete wouldn’t be able to carry or maneuver independently, and big ticket items that would fit easily in our cars, like the couch, mattresses, tables, etc. They moved lots of boxes that I had pre-packed too, and made serious progress while I watched on, continued to pack, and helped orchestrate. Not being able to physically help is the hardest thing about being pregnant so far, since I know I’m perfectly capable of carrying boxes or slinging a 35-lb bag of dog foor over my shoulder. It was pouring rain and an exhausting day, but we were able to sleep in our new house for real that first night. We learned a few things in those first 12 straight hours at home: The living room and dining room are not carpet covering hardwood like we expected, only the bedrooms are, which seems backwards. The shower drain sounds like water dripping into a dungeon, the bedroom ceiling light is operated by an old school remote control, and around 6am, an bird tenaciously pecks at our bedroom window with all it’s might for two straight hours, until you wake up and tap back furiously, or until you begin rifling through boxes for your BB gun.
I woke up feeling like I was in a hotel, like we had a check-out deadline, with an overwhelming need to get dressed, and get out of the house as fast as we could to continue with Day 2 of moving. We spent the day navigating our personal cars, loaded to the brim, from the old house to the new house, and then spent one final night in the almost-completely-vacated old home with Julia, all three of us and the dog sleeping on the dining room floor on an old futon mattress the same way we had grown accustomed to having weekend movie night sleepovers. It was a perfect last night in the old house, the kind of fun thing that I want us to remember forever. I would like to forget, however, that futons are horribly uncomfortable, and this particular one was about 25 years old, and 50 lbs. heavier with dirt than any futon should be (handed down from my parents). We tossed it to the curb yesterday morning and I wish we were going to be around to watch the garbage truck with the chompers eat it up. New chapter, new sleepover futon to come.
We spent the rest of the weekend trying to make sense of this new house, figuring out how to utilize the kitchen storage and closets, setting up furniture and cheering as we slowly began to empty the cardboard boxes (12 boxes down, 30-ish to go). Julia spent as much time outdoors as she could, collecting slugs and frogs and picking wildflowers, and eagerly accepted the challenge of reseeding some thin areas of the yard while Pete cleared brush and I mowed the lawn once the skies cleared.

There’s still a lot to move, which I mean to imply that we have about 10 carloads of stuff that I know we’d both rather abandon because who really needs the fourth string trimmer, third lawn mower, or all of that scrap wood. We’re surprised in hindsight that we thought we could have had the house cleared and cleaned in just two days, when even now we probably have at least two more days worth of car trips to take care of our belongings in the attic, basement, garage, and shed.
This is the first time Pete and I have moved together, and we’re taking things a little bit differently than I did when I bought my first home, or any dwelling experience he’s had before. We have no paint colors picked out. We have no products on order to fill our enormous living room. We don’t know what the long-term plan is for 1950′s bathroom, or for the kitchen for that matter, we don’t even know if we’ll remove the wallpaper immediately. This home is a big evolution for us, and we both want to live here forever with our family; neither of us have owned a ranch, neither of us have had and been responsible for the kind of property that we have now, and the style of the home we’re envisioning is like nothing we’ve achieved before, so there’s a big freaking awesome learning curve ahead of us.
With this project, we’re inevitably going to take a lot of time to make it right, both in long-term aesthetic and function, and right for us. This home has to have a chance at standing the test of time, an evolution of its original 1950′s form, a place that’s very purposeful, efficient, and defined, a place that can withstand a lot of foot traffic, growing kids, furry pets, and all the while embrace the nature that we’re embedded within. It’s going to be so much different, and I’m so happy to be here. Until I start doing actual projects again – the how-to variety, I mean to say – I’ll be continuing to write here to share the progression of this house, the type of posts that really document the broad developments the home undertakes, so that we can look back on the before + after and all the in betweens many years from now. I’m so happy it has started, it’s going to be the best summer ever.
As we cautiously anticipated, we closed on our new home yesterday afternoon. I know, blah blah blah, it probably sounds all dramatic that we didn’t know when we would close for so many weeks on end, but much like the first time I bought a house, we didn’t actually get the final word that it would happen yesterday until mid-morning, same day. I’ve basically chewed away all of my fingernails as I hovered in this ongoing state of anxiety, I’m so glad it’s over. The closing itself only took 45 minutes, a miraculous feat of hand-signage on 100+ documents.
If anyone was as excited as we were to have the house, it was Julia. She hadn’t seen inside yet, given that we did our initial viewing, inspection, and final walk-through during the school day. We were only able to show her the perimeter of the property in the weeks prior to closing, taking quiet moments to sneak around and let her explore the yard with us. We didn’t mention to her that we would be closing yesterday, even though we had been pretty transparent about sharing information and timing as we learned about it. She asked us often when we would be moving in, but because we didn’t mention anything about it in the day before we closed, we had the unique opportunity to surprise her after school with the keys. Her reaction was priceless, almost speechless with joy, I almost cried, maybe I’m too emotional lately. We took her straight to see the house.
I had planned to do a walk-through tour for you guys, but the 7-minute video that I captured instead is way better. Pete and I watched it together several times last night, and we thought you’d like it too. Audio is necessary, it’s just cute to hear a candid 6-year old’s reaction to this new experience, or at least we think it is. Completely unedited, it’ll definitely give you a sense of our new home’s layout and design on Day Zero. Pete claims that he didn’t know I was filming the whole time (assumed I was snapping photos), and I’m sure Julia had no idea, so it’s candid videography at it’s finest. I’m just happy the camera auto-focused correctly.
Notes:
- All of our closets are like refrigerators.
- All of our appliances are old.
- Doc Martens are an accurate measuring instrument.
- I told you our master bedroom was big.
- Somewhere towards the end is a reflection of a 17-week me, baby spies.
- Sometimes sneakers are hard to remove.
- No basement footage. I took a second video of us exploring down there but it didn’t focus.
- The tub “IS BEAUTIFUL.”
- I tried to keep the camera at waist level while filming, Julia’s eye level.
- It’s my favorite family home video ever.
Today and tomorrow, we move. Enthusiastically! Hurrah! Follow me on instagram (and #merrymove2013) for more throughout the day.