Updated: Sep 1, 2020
I’m a 65 year old, ( yep I can still say that till April 2) woman and as far back as I can remember I have never stayed the same in my decorating or creative vibes.
So, here I am changing things again. I know I frustrate my hubby and sons but I can’t help myself. I always love what I accomplish but shortly after, 6 months to 2 years, I need a change.
When we purchased our 100 or so year old home in 1978 it looked nothing like it does now. Wallpaper everywhere and broken dingy linoleum on the floors. It had two small bedrooms and I other bedroom that was smaller than a walk in closet. Yep very small. I would venture to say all our furniture was hand me down or loaned to us. I know my oven was only a two burner electric plate and an electric skillet. No dishwasher, oh right, I still have no dishwasher. No microwave for a very long time, and where would I have put it? There was only one 24 inch 24 inch countertop next to a single sink. Crazy how that’s the craz now.
I don’t want to say we were poor but we didn’t have a lot of extra money. Did I mention no furnace, we had two oil heaters, one small one in the kitchen and a larger one in the dining room. Oil heating is probably one of the dirtiest ways to heat a home but that is the way it was done. I know I existed in keeping that home clean and neat to the point of being OCD.
Anyways I want to share my story of how it came to look as it does today and in a time where most women did not do those woodworking projects. For those that haven’t figured it out my hubby did not know and still has little knowledge of or desire to learn how to do repairs and building things. He has other great attributes… and left the rest to me and once or sons were old enough, to them.
I hope you enjoyed my story so far and continue to follow my progress on this journey and I’ll try to post a weekly report for you with all the fun, crazy, ideas I’ve had and implemented to have this old house a home.
Let there be no misunderstanding you will hear stories about my home but also my thoughts, wishes, beliefs, struggles of how I, as a child became me, a little old lady on her way to being refinned by Jesus...