By Poet Edgar Guest
” It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,
A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam
Afore ye really ‘preciate the things ye lef’ behind,
An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind…”
(Our old home drawn by Curtis, age 5. )
Now that our old house has sold, we’re busy with non-stop sorting, ridding and packing. Whew! I can’t believe we’ve amassed so much stuff. My advice is to get your home in order before a major move.
I’ve had lots of questions about where we’re going and about our next place. My husband and I are heading south. And this is a peek at our destination- a restored farm house c. 1870.
(iPhone 5c image- Martha Browne)
There are times when I wish I could redo a whole room especially after I come across an inspiring online image, new fabric print or paint color. But there’s one room I wouldn’t touch- our upstairs bathroom. Believe it or not, this space is fifteen years old…and I still love it.
Classic black and white tiles (subway on the walls and hexagon on the floor) are a favorite of mine. To keep it from looking stark I added craftsman style oak medicine cabinets. The same warm stain is used on the oak beadboard (nailed horizontally) in the toilet room. Baskets offer much needed texture.
Just wish I could tuck our bathroom into a box and take it with us when we move. :)
Details- Restoration Hardware medicine cabinets & towel bars, Paul’s faucets, Barclay pedestal sinks, Kohler soaking tub, Rejuvenation Lighting, Pottery Barn hamper, Anthropologie plates and vintage enamel top table.
(Design, Photos & Styling- Martha Browne)
A backpacking excursion in the Adirondacks took my son Curt and fellow hikers by this remote river. Needless to say, they took advantage of it. :)
(Photo by Curt’s friend using a GoPro camera)
I’m redoing my son’s bedroom this summer. I began the project by erasing his kindergarten artwork from the chalk board painted border. As I brushed off the drawings… I felt a sudden tinge of sadness. Has it been over ten years since he stood on a ladder to do these? It seems like yesterday.
Curt is 17 now and away for the whole summer training as a guide at a camp for boys. Part of his training includes being certified in WFA (Wilderness First Aid) CPR and Red Cross/Life Guard. That means getting up at 5 am to run several miles and do distance swimming…all before breakfast! :) He just spent two weeks bushwacking (no trails) and climbing the High Peaks of New York.
Oh..sure…I’ll always miss certain aspects of Curt being a child, but they’re quickly eclipsed by watching him become a young man.
(Photos- Martha B.)
Making A Child’s Room Their Own
Artwork By Curtis
My Son’s Journal