It’s been like, eons, since I’ve posted a renovation update. Between moving and nesting and celebrating, I’ve been lax with taking photos and documenting our progress. So, in an effort to keep you informed, I’ve created a little page of all of the progress we’ve made since we started. There are quite a few holes
I mentioned a few weeks ago that we were busy prepping the home for a magazine shoot, and I’m thrilled that I can give you a sneak peek today! Adam, John and Ho-Mui were so delightful to work with and we can’t wait to see the feature in ReadyMade Magazine later this summer. I can’t
My Nashville weekend was relaxing and invigorating, which was the perfect mix to start off the packing/decorating/moving chaos that will be this week. I’ll keep you posted on the progress (although I’ll be a bit silent otherwise), but FIRST! You’ve simply got to see our kitchen progress on HGTV.com: We’ll be attempting to finish that
Remember this blooper reel? Ken and I finally stifled the giggles long enough to film a kitchen walk-through for you fine folk, and I’ll be sharing it on HGTV.com tomorrow. Until then, enjoy a sneak preview!:
Gracious, I’ve been seriously slacking in keeping you guys updated on our massive renovation…
You guys want to see our kitchen, yes? I thought so. Here’s what the space looked like last week after a lotta, lotta work: And here’s what our kitchen looked like yesterday!: Those are lower cabinets, friends! Soon we’ll be able to store cooking utensils (that I’m quite sure will go unused, but whatever) in
Inspired by this idea, I surprised Ken with a makeshift Christmas tree since our vintage one is in storage. I love that we’ll always remember the year we renovated because of our ladder tree. Ahh, sweet sentiments. We’ve already had a few candlelight picnics by our fireplace (non-working fireplace, that is). Merry Christmas to you,
Well, we will be, soon. This week, Ken and I hung up our elf hats and tackled our DIY sauna. It was surprisingly non-complicated, but totally labor intensive. If you’d like an illustration, my abs get angry when someone makes me laugh. Really, really angry. Turns out mixing concrete does not a happy muscle make.