The Farmhouse

The Farmhouse

Here she is. Our little white cabana. She's undergoing a real Anne Hathaway in The Princess Diaries makeover, and so far we're at the part where Mia Thermopolis takes off her glasses. 

We've a ways to go, my friends. After over a year of gutting, removing pee stained shag carpet (orange was the grand color), knocking down walls and resisting the intense urge to wring our contractor's neck, the interior of my Old Kings Lane abode is now a lovely and mostly blank canvas. It's daunting and exciting, and I only need an orchard of money trees to fund the task of making my "Home Sweet Home" Pinterest board come to life. But since those money trees are actually thousands of baby mayhaw and olive trees that aren't yet as "fruitful" as I'd prefer, I'm learning the art of patience and living without Schumacher wallpaper. Le sigh.

So, like Mia Thermopolis, lovely and wonderful on the inside, but in need of a makeover on the outside, the OKL farmhouse is awaiting her transformation. Don't get me wrong, she has received a paint job and a new roof. She used to be red brick with crumbling shingles and crusty windows that you could not see out of. If you'd seen her before, you'd agree that she's pretty much a freaking swan now. She just needs some dressing up. Some landscaping. Some paint on that balcony. 

Hang tight, mates. This house is really the princess of Genovia. She just doesn't know it yet. Cue Julie Andrews.

 
 
 
Living Far Away

Living Far Away