This home really wasn’t very special. I remember the first day we walked through the house. There were brightly painted walls and loose newspaper and far too many walls for our liking. But that first walk-through gave us the inspiration we needed to begin dreaming.
Over the next few weeks Becca and I curated a mood board and sourced some materials and made the risky decision to go French Cottage on this little city home. Because of the low ceilings, we decided to steer away from the modern vibe into more of a cozy, cottage feel. We think it turned out lovely.
Throughout the following months, the guys knocked out walls, repainted, re-floored, tiled, installed exposed beams, installed windows, and completed a thousand other tasks that would create an endless run-on sentence if I were to list them here.
The rumpled sheets, the open books, the candles and the messy kitchen counters contributed to making this space look lived in and loved on. Open house day was a smashing success- but to some people’s dismay, the home had already sold five days before.
Our favorite room was the tiny attic hideaway with this mountain of pillows, stacks of books and a pure white backdrop. It was also Canon and Creed’s favorite, so that space was an all-around win. But really, the whole house found a place in our hearts and it was truly sad to take the house apart on un-staging day.