Friday, February 20, 2015

come inside!

oooookay. We got our issues worked out. Looks like we'll be closing in 2 weeks! Yippee!

So let's start with the entry. When I was looking on pinterest, I found a picture that looks almost exactly like the entry of our new house. Here's the entry, in it's current state. These folks have not moved out completely yet. In fact, their stuff is stacked up everywhere. Hence the boxes you see here.

And here is the inspiration for my new entryway:

Can't you see the POTENTIAL?? I'm in entry love. And the first thing that will lay in that space is this beauty, because it MUST BE IN MY HOUSE.

Picture it, if you will. With this light fixture hanging above:

Or THIS beauty:

OR even this one:

But sadly, NOT this one. Because let's face it. I'm not paying $1400 for one light fixture.

Stay Tuned!

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

plans delayed.

We interrupt this home remodel with an inspection report that requires a lot of money to repair. We will return to regular programming when the details get hammered out.

So, today.

Today we met with our daughter's spine doctor. The sweet and mild mannered Dr. P. He's awesome. And smart. Super smart.

We totally trust his judgement, because he is, after all, the head of the pediatric spine department in OKC. We love Dr. P.

But today, when I had really figured in my mind that we'd come to a crossroads and see some decisions being made, it just didn't happen.

It's not the doctor's fault. And it's not even sweet Abby's fault.

Honestly, we were hoping that God would answer our prayers for a daughter whose curvy back just keeps curving. She had stopped growing in height! But her curve? No. In fact, today we learned that it grew another 10 degrees in BOTH directions.

So will she have surgery? Not any time soon. But eventually? Still a possibility.

(Humph.) Big sigh.

Here's her x-ray. I could tell the moment it was on the screen that her curvature had grown.


So between now and November, we are trusting and praying that God's plan for my daughter will unfold exactly as it should. In His time, not mine.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

on the road again...

The Man and I have owned 6 houses. In fact, we moved into the sixth house before our 9 year anniversary. We were known by friends as "serial movers". I liked to say that we were beautifying Norman, one house at a time.

Every time we moved we had a good reason. It was always a remodel here, a new build there. More square footage, downsizing so I wouldn't have to work. Upsizing because we couldn't stand how close the walls felt when we had less room. Always a good and perfectly reasonable excuse.

And then we landed here. At little ol' 1725. It was a downsize in the scheme of things. It was the house where we landed when my husband lost his job. It was the house that sustained us when he spent a year looking for a new one. It was the little house that built us. For 7 LONG years.

For 7 years we have laid down roots. We've settled in, built dust bunnies (this doesn't happen when you move once a year, by the way), and watched our kids grow. And yet the whole time we've lived here, we've been dreaming. Itching and dreaming for seven long years. I have pinterest boards that have thousands of pins. And we've waited.

courtesy of the amazing Lindsi Niebur

Last week we saw a "fixer upper" online. It was so bad, it didn't even have pictures. So we went to see it and lo and behold, there it was! The house we could finally see ourselves buying.

We are never afraid of a good remodel. But every house we had seen in the last 7 years had contained a "fatal flaw" as we like to call it. Maybe it was an amazing house, but out in the boonies. Or maybe it had the master on the top floor (The Man's hangup). Or perhaps it just required SO much remodeling that it was not cost effective. But this one? Nothing. No fatal flaw. No sick stomach as I stood inside. Just a house that needs a good coat of paint, some new granite, and some elbow grease!

So here we go! Come along for the ride. It's going to be fun!

Here are some inspirations from my pinterest board....

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