Looking for spring decorating ideas and inspiration? This home has all the flowers and the decor and the stories. Come take the spring home tour.
I love a house tour that starts with once upon a time.
It’s like stepping into the pages of a fairy tale.
That’s exactly how I feel about these rooms and this kitchen and this basket and this countertop and these brilliantly colored hydrangeas. If you are stopping by from one of the other houses on Marty’s tour today and I’m just meeting you, the story behind this house starts here. The Reader’s Digest version? I grew up in this house. I got married. We moved away. My mother sold it. We bought it back—so much life lived in those five sentences.
I am lucky enough to get to walk into this kitchen every single day.
Want to take a little tour with me?
I need coffee first.
(sound of steps shuffling)
I’m back. Let’s take the spring home tour of my once upon a time house.
spring home tour
Let’s start the spring home tour with the back door I’ve walked through 4,956,219 times.
You can see the laundry room through the vintage french door.
We replaced the door that was there with this door that we found in the attic. It lets light through and helps keep the heat and air in all at the same time.
If you walk around the corner?
You’ll come into our family room. This is our television watching room. Our hangout room.
When I was growing up we used to call it the stink room.
I used to sit in this room in my add-a-bead necklace and Lee Press On Nails and bat my eyes at the cutest guy with sparkling brown eyes and dimples.
Next up on the spring home tour? The family room. I don’t overthink the decorating in this space—nothing is perfectly matched.
It’s designed for comfort with those couches and chairs and tables and floor cushions that we pull out when the room is full.
Oh, the stories this room could tell.
We remodeled this kitchen when we moved into the house, but this is where we used to gather in highschool.
I’d sit on the stools and giggle and laugh and eat Captain Crunch and listen to my father tell me the entire history of the Revolutionary War.
I’d do my homework at the counter and roll my eyes at my mother and talk on the phone with a cord stretched around the island in front of the refrigerator.
This house is my fairytale.
It has a place to dance and trestles full of food and a winding staircase and a handsome prince and his two sons and two ladies in waiting and a trusty steed named Buddy.
Right now because it’s been raining so much—-it even has a moat and a drawbridge.
This is our house.
It’s full of love and life and joy and hope and the occasional random quiz over all 50 states and their capitals.
It’s where I fell in love with a prince and he swept me into his arms on the curb and all these years later he can stand in this kitchen making scrambled eggs and my heart still flutters.
This is the house of all the stories and happily ever afters.