Did you ever watch Full House?
Remember when Jesse was the cool uncle with the hair and all the rock and roll and the black leather jackets and the music career and women throwing themselves at his feet?
You went away for a season to get some popcorn and when you showed back up he was married to Rebecca with twin sons and walking around with a baby backpack on covered in spit-up.
You’re all like WHAT?
When did that happen?
I think that’s probably what many of you are thinking with this whole move thing. You’re like WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED. Last time I checked in she was living in a farmhouse in Kentucky. A farmhouse that she wrote poetry to and winding country roads that she drove down and twinkling stars in the night sky and sweet tea on the back porch.
And then you left to get popcorn.
And now I’ve moved to Texas and I’m talking about window seats and paint colors and moving back into the house I grew up in.
I get it.
So let’s press pause. Let’s talk. Let’s discuss. Let me fill in a few more of the details so you aren’t wondering why I’m walking around covered in spit-up. I’m truly thankful that many of you have e-mailed me with questions and I want to try and answer everything and anything the very best way I can. If I don’t answer a question on here—just leave it in the comments and I’ll add the answers there.
Are you ready?
What is happening to Thistlewood Farms?
I knew you were going to ask me that. I haven’t really talked about it because it makes me too, sad. I love that farmhouse with every single piece of me. It’s where this whole thing started. It’s where I discovered the me that I am today. If you read the first post about the move, you know that we moved back to North Texas because of family. Family that needed us. Family that was facing circumstances that were challenging and overwhelming. I won’t go into details because it’s their story to tell, but just know that we moved back to stand in the gap.
Thistlewood is under contract.
It’s going to be sold (along with most of its furniture) to a wonderful new family with new dreams and new hopes and it will start a new chapter in its farmhouse life.
But just between you and me?
Someone is going to have to pry my fingers off of the columns on the front porch when it comes time to say goodbye.
How are your kids handling the move?
It was a super smooth transition. They have tons of friends already here. They’ve gone to camp every year with our home church, so they already had a friend group in place here at home. And the best part? They are surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents every day. Each child is finding ways to fit into the community in his or her own way. For example, my middle son, Zack is helping to coach baseball for his younger cousin.
Of course, there are moments of sadness.
Moments when they miss their friends in Kentucky.
It’s to be expected. A big part of their lives has been lived under a Kentucky sky. We met so many amazing people along the way and learned so much and have grown closer as a family on those acres of bluegrass.
But now? They are happy and thriving and writing a new chapter here at our new (old) home.
Will your decor change?
I was farmhouse before it was ever a thing and I’ll always have a bit of farmhouse with me wherever I go. But this house? It’s a new space with new rooms and a different look and the dining room is telling me it wants french country chairs.
I’m actually selling most of my furniture with the house in Kentucky.
But guess what I’m keeping? All the stuff I found by the side of the road. All the pieces with stories. All the trash that turned into treasure.
I have WAY more curbs and roads to shop at.
Are you changing the name of the blog?
I will always be Thistlewood FOREVER and EVER.
Thistle is my nickname and Wood is my last name.
But the blog? I’m not changing it right now. There is too much change already in the air.
I might be Thistlewood, Inc. or Thistlewood Home or just plain Thistlewood.
I’ll keep you posted.
What about your husband’s job?
He found an amazing job here in the DFW metroplex.
The kind that they write about in books.
He has an amazing opportunity to help people and change lives and make a difference in the war against cancer.
And he’s doing what he loves.
I see his eyes twinkling with excitement when he tells me about his day.
What color did you pick for the exterior?
The house was painted last week.
I can’t WAIT FOR YOU TO SEE IT.
They are finishing up all the trim today and hopefully, I’ll post pictures of it on Wednesday.
I cannot thank you ENOUGH. I read every single comment and you guys helped me so much. Not just the paint, but I’m now I’m re-thinking the awnings and thinking about shutters and I’m using some of the paint colors you suggested inside.
Stay tuned for the next chapter in how the painted house turns.
Your first book was all about your move—are you writing another book?
Funny that you should ask.
I am writing another book.
It’s already written and due in stores on March 6.
More details to come.
In the meantime, if you haven’t read it yet, you can still order So Close To Amazing by clicking here.
If you’re on the fence about ordering it. If you’re wondering if you’ll like it. If you’re wondering if your best friend needs it for Christmas. If you are wondering if it will make you laugh and sing and be reminded that amazing is just under your nose.
Don’t just listen to me.
You can read all the reviews here.
What is your first project inside the house?
You think this house might have projects? Oh, good. Me, too. This is the first one. This is where we are starting.
This is the kitchen.
I wanted to restore it back to the way it was when I was growing up. See that wall with the big hole where the refrigerator used to be? I used to eat breakfast at a table in that space. The kitchen used to be one giant room with an eat-in space. That space is actually where the introduction to the book started.
That wall is GONE.
I’ll share all the entire remodel in a little bit, but for now, this is what the kitchen looks like now.
You can see all the way to the doorway to the hallway.
Here’s the view from the other side.
The kitchen has a family room off of it that you can see in the background.
It’s where we used to watch television and there’s a space for games in the back.
This was a lot.
That is a lot of changes for one little blog and one little family. I’m in the middle of it and I’m trying to keep up myself.
But I wanted to promise you one thing. The content of the blog won’t change. I will still tell my stories and re-do my rooms and share DIY’s and find treasures and shop the side of the road and talk to trash.
I’m still me.
I’m still KariAnne. The one who slipped running for the 90% off sale at Hobby Lobby. The one who slid down a hill in front of 200 people. The one who mismatches her shoes and trims her own bangs and wears red lipstick and hopes to make black velvet pants a thing one day.
I’m so happy you are here.
I’m so thankful for all the encouragement and laughter and e-mails and joy that you share with me every day.
I wouldn’t want to be on this journey with anyone else but you.
Thanks for being the amazing you were meant to be. 🙂
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