I love our home. I love the quirks. I love the challenges. I love the beautifully precious details. I love the solid feeling of age. I love the captured time. I love the peacefulness. I love the creaks and groans. I love the filtered light through heavy glass windows. I love the views from the abundant windows (especially as we uncover and open more and more previously shuttered windows!). I especially love the future of our family growing old in this sweet home.
Some less than charming changes were made over the past 100 years: tract lighting, cork tiles, carpet, office kitchenette-like kitchen resurfacing, a back staircase turned into a pantry, shuttered and drywalled-over windows, a fallen in chimney concealed behind built in bookcases, electrical cords running along the baseboards rather than rewiring the house, an ivy clad exterior (indeed charming), an ivy clad interior (less charming), an oddly modern concrete living room fireplace, and my favorite, the bamboo forest in the backyard. Apparently, a fraternity from SMU would clear out the bamboo each year for their luau party. I am exceedingly hopeful that they will need to find a new bamboo supplier. However, bamboo is a tenacious little thing! We will see in a few months if we will need to contact this fraternity for an impromptu bamboo clearing and luau party. If so. We expect a party invite.
Here are pictures of some of my favorite details.
I adore old hardware. Each one of these doors and door knobs are safely in storage awaiting re-installation once the renovations are complete.
Old wooden floors hidden beneath aged carpet. As much as I dislike the carpet, I actually love it because it protected this wood for decades.
Beautifully arched and leaded glass windows. I adore this design and we will save and build upon this arched and floral motif throughout the home.
The original windows and the views. Lush and bright, clear and calm.
This. The front entry. The glass, the light, the windows, the floors, the chandelier, the stairs, the banister.
I can take no credit for this photo. Credit goes to my 4 year old daughter Bridget. This is a top down view of the banister from the start of the stairs. It is one of my favorite photos ever, and I will forever and always think of her as I walk up and down these stairs.
Apparently it is almost midnight. So, there we go for this evening!