sometimes when i look at design blogs and see too many perfect rooms, i look around and feel discontent and start to get critical of what i have: i wish my kitchen had white cabinets. the baseboards sure are banged up. didn't i just vacuum?
e and i recently found the 'before' photos of our house, and it left me in awe of how far we've come. how can i be anything but proud of the house i live in?
i've added a little context with each photo:
this banquette was built-in where our fridge now stands.
see the one-and-only window unit that was in the dining room? i love our central a/c.
can't believe it's even the same house. i loved it then, but i love it even more now!
my cautious c was reluctant to touch things with new textures and refused to do messy activities when she was younger, but she's completely gotten over that now. she turns every painting session into a hand printing exercise and usually winds up painting her face. somehow, even with her huge smock, she still gets paint all over her clothes! it's definitely her favorite indoor activity.