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Leaving Town, Going Home

22 Apr

I have this thing where no matter what the situation or conversation is, my mental playlists cues a related song & oft changes lyrics to better suit my circumstances. So when I got the news we were moving back to NYC from ATL (woot woot!) these songs played on permarepeat in my head:

Going Home by Diddy

Leaving Las Vegas Atlanta by Sheryl Crow

Going Back to Cali New York by Tone Loc

NY State of Mind by Billy Joel

…and the list goes on. And speaking of lists, one of the multitude of to-dos I had on my own list was listing my house. It wasn’t until the realtor was here taking pics that I realized this.is.real. I am going to say goodbye to this beautiful place in search of something else. Another way of life. A husband who works long hours. Kids who will need me more than ever. And it’s not an easy thing to take on right now but I know NYC is where hub’s heart is, where his jobs will be, and let’s face it –>; Atlanta was never “home” no matter how hard I tried. Our home was home, though, and it’s hard to say goodbye to it. *insert pouty sad face here*

I went through the house primping and fluffing to get it picture-perfect for these HDR shots my realtor took in wide angle. Check it, yo:

Front of Craftsman Bungalow

Side View of Our House

Front Patio

Main Living Area

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master Bedroom

Master Bathroom

Kids’ Bedroom

Guest Bathroom

Loft

Spiral Stairs

Backyard

Backyard

Back of House

Train Caboose Guest House

Train Caboose Guest House

I wish there were more photos of it. The whole listing is here. I followed our agent with my iPhone in hand, obsessively taking low quality shots of every detail like some deranged museum curator who needs record of the way things were. (Cue: The Way We Were by Barbra Streisand.) I’m like a hoarder of digital pictures. Which is weird because I am absolutely a purger of physical things. I feel the need to document everything these days so I can try to remember it all. Momnesia has gotten the best of me & I don’t remember many details without the aid of photographic evidence. Don’t tell the kids that, though. They still think I see and know all.

I hope someone buys it who loves it as much as we did and who finds the value in such a special neighborhood. I was the neighborhood bloggesse and I’ve relinquished that to a sweet friend here in the hood (whom I will also miss. Waaaah!) I am slowly checking things off our to do list and it feels good but it also means we are one step closer to completely changing our lives. Thrilling and anxiety-inducing.

I’m off to reluctantly pack. Or eat chocolate cake in denial. The latter…definitely the latter.

Happy Snaps – Bright Bath Vignettes

8 Mar

Our home is a collection of visual daydreams.

This is largely due to my preference for a mix of colors and textures in my decorating design and secondarily a product of vintage-hunting for {verdigreen}.

For every one item I list on Etsy there are two others I keep. It’s an addiction a hobby, of sorts.

I snapped some quick iPhone shots of our master bathroom today to document a few vignettes.

 I feel the need to constantly take pictures for fear I will lose memory of the way things were.

This appeals to the nostalgic in me who is coincidentally plagued by momnesia.

Playroom Primer

28 Feb

I was once one of those women, naive and ignorant.

Buying furry teensy baby shoes with satin lining and engraved leather soles instead of something off the registry for my expecting friends.  Eyeing the family at the restaurant whose child was littering the floor with pasta and trying to gag down my food after seeing said child’s pureed sweet potato face. Feigning a look of not-digust when entering a home with plastic, primary-colored toys strewn about like wreckage.

I was a childless snob. **side note: in my defense, I was in my early 20s and had no clue…but older/wiser Mommy me grimaces at such judgmental memories.**

Here’s the thing — I wanted my friends to STICK to the registry. My kids TRASH restaurants and any other public place I take them to. And I have TONS of plastic brightly-colored and in no way coordinating with my house toys…but they are not strewn about.

That is my line. There will be no toys strewn, do you understand me? There is a special place – a bright, cheery, schoolish organized prison where the toys live and it is called the playroom. I feel so strongly about parents of toddlers having a playroom that my own 2 kids (now almost 3 & 4) SHARE a bedroom just so the configuration would work in our home.

The playroom can be a rainbow hued chaos zone and mommy will be just fine as soon as she closes the door and inhales her special juice, ok hunny? Now go back to your bunkbed please.

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ps: i desperately need to take better pics – these were from an old nighttime shoot with poor lighting. meh.

Train Caboose Guest House – An Unlikely 4-Word Phrase

25 Feb

One of the many selling points of our little city cabin is the backyard: narrow and deep with bilevel decking and two huge raised stone flower beds flanking either side of its expanse, a stone and pebble path winding its way down the half-grown grass leading to…*wait for it*…a train caboose. On tracks. In our backyard. It was retrofitted to be a guest house with a bedroom, living room, kitchenette and full bath. I KNOW, RIGHT? So without further adieu…a pictorial. I am going to have to add more to this because I realized I hardly captured it’s caboosey-ness the first go ’round.

Boys’ Shared Bedroom – Camping in the Woods (because everything has a theme)

24 Feb

When it was finally time to do away with Kingston’s nursery, I opted to put the boys in the same bedroom and convert Hunter’s bedroom into a playroom. BEST decision evarrrr! The playroom is totally primary-colored-out and looks like a place to store toys. They stay in the playroom. The playroom door is closed at night or when guests arrive. The toyland is out of sight. I heart it! Wouldn’t have it any other way. I feel so strongly about it that if we had a 2 bedroom house I would opt to share a room with my kids just so I could keep the playroom. Ok maybe not. But they’d definitely sleep on the sofa in the living room.

Since I am an over-themer by nature, I went totally gaga for the kids’ room theme. They will likely never go on a real camping trip since they were born into a family of non-campers so their room should satisfy those boyhood camping urges. What’s that you say? It’ll increase their curiosity in camping and make them want to camp more? Dammit all! Well, we can at least hope my theory works.

Master Retreat a la Little House on the Prairie

24 Feb

Here’s our Master Bed & Bath all dolled up for the Sadie Hawkins dance. Actually, no…it looks like this every day. It’s Shabby Chic (although I kinda shudder at that term since it’s gone so mainstream and is oft used incorrectly) and also Flapper Chic and also Farmhouse Chic and also Granny Chic and Thrifty Chic and Upcycled Chic also Eclectic Alternative Chic. SO basically it’s just like totally chic, y’all. But what it is to me is a relaxing place where my eyes and mind can rest. With two monchichis underfoot all day e’ry day, a retreat is an important place to have. I would say this is the most “done” room in the house. Mainly because there is no more wall space.

A Bit Mod After All…Our Upstairs Hideaway, LeLounge

24 Feb

After living here for 2 years and treating our upstairs as a storage area for my {verdigreen} shop and an off-limit tease to the kids (no thanks to the stairwell of doom…an iron spiral staircase which proved too dangerous for tots) I *finally* organized, unpacked, and surprised hubs with furniture for Christmas last year. It was well worth the wait as we now use this room several times per week. It’s our game-watching hangout, our family game night rec room, and my packing/shipping/picture-taking showroom for Etsy-ing. Since it’s completely separate from the rest of our house I opted for a more funky vintage mod look to give us a change in scenery when we head upstairs. The picture gallery below is a work in progress as I have a few angles left to take once the room is complete (or before I change it all again.)

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