little house

love books. :)

before painting...

the staircase, from below

blurry light.

weathered

nothin' like listening to classic songs on a record player while you fix up an old house

modeling the pre-church ensemble... 

sleepy

the barn

I love the feeling of moving into a new-old house.(aka, new to us, but old because it has history). There's something about the empty rooms with the light coming through the windows and the natural feel of the wooden floors that is just so peaceful, so clean, and so exciting to make into a home. This new house we have is soo beautiful - nestled in the Shenandoah Valley, built in 1808, tucked away in the forested hills and a rambling creek going through. I absolutely love it.

The feeling of history is so neat - on the wall, someone wrote some dates, as early as I think around 1918, and the later owners wrote their later dates. One of them was Dec 7, 1938 - before December 7th was Pearl Harbor Day. So cool.

It's going to take a lot of work to fix up -There's nothing like listening to old jazz era music on a record player as you sand and paint and varnish the cozy house. The work is so rewarding, and it will be even more beautiful than it is now when it's done :)

I'm so grateful for such a beautiful home, in such a beautiful place. One thing I've learned from moving  so many times to so many different places is that home is where your family is - where the people you love are. I'm lucky to have so many awesome homes. Again, I'm just so grateful for the beautiful place we can move into, and that we can make this house a home :)