I have been reluctant to do a house tour for two reasons:
1. It is rarely clean enough to photograph.
2. My paranoia.
But now since we worked like crazy to get it ready to sell and these same pics are all over the MLS, won't you come in and take a look around?
In case you would like to buy it, I am only asking three things.
1. Please buy it on the first day that it is listed.
(The thought of weeks and weeks of showings is stressing me out.)
2. Please pay asking price.
(Or above. I'm okay with that.)
3. Please rent it back to us for $1 until our new house is ready.
(A girl can dream, right.)
So let the tour begin.
But be warned.
If you do not like the beach, starfish or the color
turquoise, and crazy paint colors,you are not invited.
Here is the entry way.
We did the laminate floors about a year ago and I big puffy heart them.
So easy to clean!!!
The pictures above the couch can be seen better here.
We finally did it last week.
Why is it that we finally get to things for the new owners?
These came from my neighbors trash.
The aqua surfboard is mine.
It is lonely. I really need to dust it off and use it again.
It never, ever, ever looks like this.
I had to document this for proof....
This is where I sew and paint and create chaos.
The light is inspiring, as is the new paper quilt.
The only trouble is, it is open to the entire house,
thus no hiding of the mess.
It was stuck in the 1970's in the worst way.
I made the pot rack out of pipes from Home Depot.
It reminds me of this which I can't wait to do in our new house.
In case you are a robber, lets just pretend
that the ginormous TV is broken okay?
Anyone seen Lilo and Stitch?
Know what Ohana means?
I found the faux Pottery Barn bunks on Craigslist and they were a Christmas gift from my sweet parents. I adore them.
Even though it still features Halley's quilt and surfboard.
Good thing she can't read!
I found the Ballard Designs bed at a consignment store.
When I saw it I literally had to contain my screams.
The bedding is from Pottery Barn by way of Ebay.
I couldn't find the matching shams, so I bought a
shower curtain and cut it up to make my own.
In the background you can see a bit of the girl's playhouse.
I am hoping that the new owners will let us take it with us.
Let me just tell you that these pictures portray a reality that isn't really ours. I have packed away nearly half of our belonging and stripped almost all of the pictures from the walls. Part of me is happy to see it so clean and simplified, but the other part feels like nobody really lives here. As much as the messes can drive me crazy, the lack of them feels a little sad too. I love this house. I will miss this house. But when we move on I really look forward to new memories and new messes. The unpacking however, not so much.