Remember when I showed you this picture of the staircase?
We’d just painted it Sherwin-Williams Sandbar and I was so excited and talking about rooms with new outfits and planning out the rest of the house and how the renovations were coming along and how I needed art.
In the middle of all that pontificating, did you happen to see the tiny room at the top of the stairs?
The one that’s kind of trying to introduce itself, but the chairs and the chandelier cord got in the way?
The one with the story.
It wanted to say hello.
So let me make the introductions.
Here’s a closer look.
It sits between two bedrooms on the upstairs floor and it’s had a long and illustrious career as a room.
(total aside: Buddy literally wants his picture to be in every post. As soon as I pull out the camera, he follows me around and starts POSING.)
The current plan is to put built-ins where these desks are.
There will be cabinets on the lower half of the wall and then a bookcase on either side that travels up and around the door.
There is also a french door that goes between the rooms. The previous owners took it off and I kind of like the openness that not having the door creats, but I’m keeping the door in the attic just in case I change my mind.
Here’s the view of the room when you walk inside.
I know what you’re thinking.
If we were sitting down over coffee, you’d give me that look and say something like, “KariAnne, I know you love neutrals. I get it. I understand. But for the love of all that is good and right in this world…WHERE IS THE COLOR?”
And tell you that you haven’t seen the curtains yet.
Color is on its way.
The walls are the original shiplap.
They used to have a thin layer of wallpaper on it with the shiplap underneath.
The walls are totally imperfect. Shiplap wasn’t originally designed to be seen, so the boards are uneven and have gaps and are not the perfect shiplap that you see all over Pinterest. This is old school shiplap with all of its flaws.
But I love the imperfectness of it.
Maybe it’s because this tiny little room has a special place in my heart.
This is the room I brought the twins to when they came home from the hospital. Our house was under construction at the time and I had four little children under the age of seven and I needed help. So we moved in with my parents during the renovation.
This place was my home away from home.
The twins were born super tiny.
It was a rough road in the NICU and when I finally brought them home they were still little. When I carried them into this space, Whitney weighed 3.12 pounds and Westleigh weighed 4.6 pounds.
Itty bitty precious bundles of joy.
These bookcases were there at the time.
There was a braided rug in the room with a couch between the bookcases and there I’d sit.
Day after day and night after night. Holding those tiny babies close and watching and hovering and worrying and wondering.
Praying that they would grow strong and tall.
Praying for tiny fingers and tiny toes.
Praying for the future.
Praying for all the dancing and laughing and cartwheels and twirling and spinning and running that was to come.
And that one day they would jump and hula hoop and leap for joy and run through the house with their tiny bare feet and live out their dreams…
Life has a funny way of bringing things full circle.
This is their space.
Their safe haven.
Their place to share their hearts.
Their tiny room to live and laugh and dream.
And reach for the stars. 🙂
PS The other twin, Whitney, is trying out for the drill team today.
I’m still praying. 🙂