Showing posts with label farmhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farmhouse. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2016

Letting the House Speak

The ache for home lives in all of us,
the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
~ Maya Angelou ~

We've been on our small farm for almost a year now. I can hardly believe how fast it's gone by. We've settled in and so have our alpacas with their livestock guardian dog, as well as goats, chickens, ducks, rabbits, a barn cat, and our three dogs, three parrots and miniature pig.

Our house has undergone some significant changes in how it views the world. Gone are the small windows in the kitchen and master bedroom and in their place are gloriously large double-hung windows. The living room now hosts a beautiful door and large picture window overlooking crop fields at the front of our property. Our bedroom furniture that couldn't fit up the narrow, steep staircase found it's way up through the new bedroom window. And with the coming of spring, the front porch will be undergoing a face lift. I can almost hear the house sigh as sun light filters in.

I'm a proponent of letting a house speak in regards to its design and how it wants to be lived in. Now that we've settled in our routine, I'm beginning to hear our little farmhouse speak . . . in whispers. Her rooms are gently whispering in my ear that they want to be yellow or a soft white with touches of red and soft green. They want to be uncluttered. Simple. They want to be pretty but not frou-frou. And they want to be lived in, cozy, warm.

I began my farmhouse makeover in the main floor bath by removing the dated wallpaper and painting it a soft, worn green called Burlap (6137) by Sherwin Williams. This room is very small but I wanted to do something unexpected because it is right off the dining room . . . so I added engraved prints in large antique frames.


The large master bedroom is divided into two rooms. I had thought to take down the dividing wall and open the space, but that may well be in a future renovation. For now the second room is a relaxing retreat for reading or taking a nap. I used Turning Oakleaf (ATC-38) by Pittsburgh Paints. It was their 2014 color of the year. "A buttercream yellow that evokes tranquility and is the perfect "no fail" yellow". Don't you just love that? The color changes depending on the light and varies from a soft bright yellow during the day to almost cream in the evening. It's a beautiful color.



My large kitchen and back entry will also be painted Turning Oakloaf and I'm considering painting the dining room this color as well. Because it acts as a neutral (at least to my eye) I think it will tie all these spaces together while adding warmth and light.




The living room was going to be painted a cayenne color, but since listening to the house, it may end up a soft white. My furniture is dark (it suited our previous house well and because it's new we won't be replacing it). So I think white in here will help brighten the space.




I love this picture found at a second hand store for $35.

And so I go thoughtfully and carefully through our small farmhouse that is now our home. Listening to the house as it guides me through each room. Because in my experience, a house knows what it wants. From the paint colors on the wall, to the furniture placement, to the people who live in her. A house knows.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

The Pantry

We've been undergoing several renovations of our farmhouse, most notably new windows. There are other things that need to be taken care of and we're looking at plans for a sunroom/stair renovation to be undertaken in the not to distant future. There is always something with an old house and we take those things in stride. Because we love our old farmhouse.

Because our basement is 100 years old and Brian promised me I'd never have to go down there, I packed our cupboards to the hilt. We have a lot of cupboards in our large kitchen, but space is at a premium. As I sat pondering how to organize, the thought came that I just needed more space. As I scanned the kitchen my eyes rested on the cupboard at the back entry way. It was an underutilized area that I thought would make an excellent pantry.

With Brian on board and the help of our excellent contractor, my vision is becoming a reality. I'm having dreams of organizing the perfect pantry dancing through my head.




Sunday, February 14, 2016

Welcome to A Pig in the House

Welcome new friends and old! I’m so glad you stopped by!

Let’s see . . . where to start? Oh yes, at the beginning of the adventure that brought us (my husband, Brian, and I) to the farm.

It all started with five alpacas that we purchased in January of 2015. At the time, we thought we’d board our alpacas for a year or two until we got our ducks in a row (pardon the pun) and find the perfect farm. It didn’t take that long . . .

Sitting on the couch one evening, I came across this farm on an internet real estate site. Brian had said don’t even bother looking (he knows me so well), but as he came up from the basement and sat beside me, he told me how he had found the same farm. Hey! I thought we weren’t supposed to be looking?! Serendipity?!

In February, during a snow blizzard, we traveled from the small town we were living in to the farm to have a look see. Well, we fell in love with the place. I wasn’t too thrilled about the house though. It had wonky floors (all slanting towards the back of the house), a narrow/steep staircase, a fireplace that looked so out of place, and other features that I wasn’t too thrilled about. On the upside? The property itself was amazing! It had everything we needed and then some.

So, overlooking the wonky house, we dove in and placed an offer hoping our house would sell quickly. We were aghast when it took only seven weeks to sell our house in a town where it wasn’t uncommon for it to take at least a year (as in our neighbor’s case). We had two weeks to move. The pressure was on . . .

We did manage to pack up and move our belongings, three dogs, three parrots, and five aquariums – not without much effort. I still don’t know how we managed it.

And so we moved into the wonky house.

I hope you’ll visit often as I share with you the joy of living in a wonky farmhouse on a perfect farm.


Be Joyful,
Teresa