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Woodlawn // The kitchen, before

On one particularly brave day, we actually peeked in the windows. Heaven forbid! But I got a glimpse that day of some pretty good things going on inside, despite the disrepair. So when we finally had the chance to actually walk through the house without feeling like a couple of burglars scouting out the place? That was pretty exciting.

When we first went through the family had yet to move everything out. Later there would be dumpsters, auctions and sales.

But underneath all that I was seeing was what I knew had been the most beautiful home. Elegant. Lovely. Full of life.

One of our first big projects at the house has been the kitchen. The red linoleum countertops were reminiscent of the ones in the house I grew up in, but all nostalgia aside, I was easily able to see them go.

All of our remodeling plans for house have been basically squished into just a few weeks. Decisions I feel like most people spend months making, I've had to make in days and weeks of time. It's been a wee bit stressful. And completely, "Is this really happening?" strange and amazing.

But now, plans have been finalized. Cabinets have been ordered. Flooring picked out. And I'll share all that soon. For now, I'm just grateful that I can finally sleep at night without dreaming of soft-close kitchen drawers, refrigerators, and paint chips.

There were a lot of things that had to fall into place before we could even consider that we might be able to live at Woodlawn. So many question marks that we even felt nervous driving back that long driveway to poke around the place. I won’t publicly confess how many drive-bys I did for those months we spent in “house limbo”. Every time I passed by, I could only see the electric log splitter placed in the corner of the lawn. This immediately gave me a thought which said: The place must have a ton of wooden furnishings.
On one particularly brave day, we actually peeked in the windows. Heaven forbid! But I got a glimpse that day of some pretty good things going on inside, despite the disrepair. So when we finally had the chance to actually walk through the house without feeling like a couple of burglars scouting out the place? That was pretty exciting.

When we first went through the family had yet to move everything out. Later there would be dumpsters, auctions and sales. The floor was a bit soiled, and we had to click here to choose a new flooring.

But underneath all that I was seeing was what I knew had been the most beautiful home. Elegant. Lovely. Full of life. Especially when it comes to the tiling of the place, it was just on point.
One of our first big projects at the house has been the kitchen. The red linoleum countertops were reminiscent of the ones in the house I grew up in, but all nostalgia aside, I was easily able to see them go.

All of our remodeling plans for house have been basically squished into just a few weeks. Decisions I feel like most people spend months making, I’ve had to make in days and weeks of time. We have checked out www.phxhomeremodeling.com/kitchen-remodel-in-chandler/, met with project manager and got our project soon. It’s been a wee bit stressful. And completely, “Is this really happening?” strange and amazing.

But now, plans have been finalized. Cabinets have been ordered. Flooring picked out. Gettysburg Floor Finishers will start to work asap (check out http://gettysburgflooring.com/, if you need floor refinishing service). And I’ll share all that soon. For now, I’m just grateful that I can finally sleep at night without dreaming of soft-close kitchen drawers, refrigerators, and paint chips.

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Woodlawn // kitchen plans

I shopped around for cabinets, even made a trek out to the Amish cabinet makers that my sister used on her recent kitchen re-do. But with our tight working budget I ended up with some cabinets that I love from Martha Stewart's line at Home Depot.

I worked with one of the in-store designers and came up with a layout that worked in the space. and had a few questions about changes to the designs we were working on. The designer I had been working with was away on vacation, so I ended up sitting down with a completely different person. And I have to say, it was one of the best moves I've made this whole time. Getting a completely fresh look and perspective on the plans was so important. She asked me questions, made little tweaks and recommendations and I ended up with a plan I felt really happy with.

Before we bit the bullet and placed the order for the cabinets, we taped everything out of the floor. I'm adamant about having a kitchen island where the kids can sit, and for the much-needed extra counter space and storage.

We're eeking in just a bit on the recommended 36 inches between counters and appliances, but I think it will still be doable. Dan's campaigning for me to move the cabinet against a wall, but we'll see. There's a big wall there that I have some plans for….

I worked with one of the in-store designers and came up with a layout that worked in the space. and had a few questions about changes to the designs we were working on. The designer I had been working with was away on vacation, so I ended up sitting down with a completely different person. And I have to say, it was one of the best moves appart from getting the pellet smokers I’ve made this weekend. Getting a completely fresh look and perspective on the plans was so important. She asked me questions, made little tweaks and recommendations and I ended up with a plan I felt really happy with.

Before we bit the bullet and placed the order for the cabinets, we taped everything out of the floor. I’m adamant about having a kitchen island where the kids can sit, and for the much-needed extra counter space and storage.

We’re eeking in just a bit on the recommended 36 inches between counters and appliances, but I think it will still be doable. Dan’s campaigning for me to move the cabinet against a wall, but we’ll see. There’s a big wall there that I have some plans for….

The long way home

There's a road the girls and I travel pretty often around here. We call it "taking the long way home".

In the humid, unbearable days of summer, I've been known to pack the girls in the car for a chance to sit in the cool of the air conditioning for a few minutes. Cooling our bodies, renewing my sanity, we'd take the long way home.

In the fall, we'd take the long way home–an excuse to escape through the woods and note the changes in the colors of the trees. After a storm, we'd take the long way home–to see how high the stream got.

The road is mostly unpaved, winds along the creek and is tented in trees. It passes by the farm where Emma rides each week. And takes a sharp turn at the edge of a hill that I've heard my grandfather refer to as the best view in the county.

After so many trips down this road, the girls and I have each sort of chosen a house along the way that's our favorite. Elizabeth loves one that "needs some work." Because she likes to work. Emma's picked one with plenty of room for horses. And secretly, I have this little favorite one, too.

A white house with green shutters that sits way back off the road. You can't see much of it from the road, but I've always felt like it looks like something set in a dfferent time, a different place. It's been my favorite all along.

At the beginning of this summer that house became empty. The husband and wife that lived there for years, passed away. The rest of the family was ready to let it go. And through connections and family and God's good grace, that little house, that favorite of mine, found it's way into our little family.

The process has been a long one. Since the beginning of summer we've been talking and waiting, planning, then waiting. There were long conversations leaning against fence posts. And in parking lots of the convenience store at the corner. Things to arrange. Ideas to throw around. Hurdles to overcome. And lots and lots of waiting.

And then that same week that we were dealing with the stress and sorrow of the rabies incident, it all fell through. We had to walk away. And honestly, I was pretty devastated. It had been such a long road. I thought we were so close. And then everything fell apart. But I had to trust that there must be something else. And that this was the right thing to do.

But something about the walking away turned everything around. And within weeks there were a few more conversations and a handshake and here we are…we're leaving Thomas Run and moving a stone's throw away, to that house I've always loved.

The local history books tell us it's name is Woodlawn. It smells like my grandmother's house and reminds me of the home I grew up in. In its day it was immaculate. Turns out my grandfather played tennis on the courts there (now buried under grass) with Monroe, whose silver tennis trophies covered almost every bookcase in the house. And family friends used to go there to play bridge. And Emma went there with our neighbor once to collect a load of hay. Today, Woodlawn needs some love and attention. But her bones are beautiful.

I've been waiting a long time to share this news. I suppose after such a long, emotional journey to get to this place it's still hard to let myself believe this is really happening. But with paint colors picked and a gutted kitchen and boxes being packed, it seems as though it's really happening. And my heart, that I've been holding close despite it's thumping in my chest with excitement, can finally be let go.

We've found the long way home, indeed.

There’s a road the girls and I travel pretty often around here. We call it “taking the long way home”.

In the humid, unbearable days of summer, I’ve been known to pack the girls in the car for a chance to sit in the cool of the air conditioning for a few minutes. Cooling our bodies, renewing my sanity, we’d take the long way home. And once home, I’d heave a sigh of relief as the air conditioning in the house, having been warranted by the best home warranty companies in Arizona, takes away all the exhaustion.

In the fall, we’d take the long way home–an excuse to escape through the woods and note the changes in the colors of the trees. After a storm, we’d take the long way home–to see how high the stream got.

The road is mostly unpaved, winds along the creek and is tented in trees. It passes by the farm where Emma rides each week. And takes a sharp turn at the edge of a hill that I’ve heard my grandfather refer to as the best view in the county.

After so many trips down this road, the girls and I have each sort of chosen a house along the way that’s our favorite. Elizabeth loves one that “needs some work.” Because she likes to work. And the house truly needed some work, as she’d mentioned the other day that she hired a contractor here. Emma’s picked one with plenty of room for horses. And secretly, I have this little favorite one, too.

A white house with green shutters that sits way back off the road. You can’t see much of it from the road, but I’ve always felt like it looks like something set in a dfferent time, a different place. It’s been my favorite all along.

At the beginning of this summer that house became empty. The husband and wife that lived there for years, passed away. The rest of the family was ready to let it go. And through connections and family and God’s good grace, that little house, that favorite of mine, found it’s way into our little family.

The process has been a long one. Since the beginning of summer we’ve been talking and waiting, planning, then waiting. There were long conversations leaning against fence posts. And in parking lots of the convenience store at the corner. Things to arrange. Ideas to throw around. Hurdles to overcome. And lots and lots of waiting.

But something about the walking away turned everything around. And within weeks there were a few more conversations and a handshake and here we are…we’re leaving Thomas Run and moving a stone’s throw away, to that house I’ve always loved.

The local history books tell us it’s name is Woodlawn. It smells like my grandmother’s house and reminds me of the home I grew up in. In its day it was immaculate. Turns out my grandfather played tennis on the courts there (now buried under grass) with Monroe, whose silver tennis trophies covered almost every bookcase in the house. And family friends used to go there to play bridge. And Emma went there with our neighbor once to collect a load of hay. Today, Woodlawn needs some love and attention. But her bones are beautiful.

I’ve been waiting a long time to share this news. I suppose after such a long, emotional journey to get to this place it’s still hard to let myself believe this is really happening. But with paint colors picked and a gutted kitchen and boxes being packed, it seems as though it’s really happening. And my heart, that I’ve been holding close despite it’s thumping in my chest with excitement, can finally be let go.

We’ve found the long way home, indeed.

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