Remember the story of my friend Esther and Alabama and the house that dreamed?
I have an update.
I felt it was important to state that in a declarative sentence because just between us….
….sometimes I forget to finish out the story.
It’s just like my house.
I’m so busy updating and painting and moving furniture and rearranging rooms and announcing that I’m decluttering that I forget you aren’t my next door neighbor.
So let’s have coffee together and catch up.
To go all Julie Andrews and start at the beginning….about seven months ago, several bloggers (including me) were invited to visit Alabama and learn about an amazing woman named Esther and her dream of restoring a historic home to its original glory.
The house was mid-restoration.
Down to the studs.
When we last visited the house it looked like this. Open ceilings and walls and floors covered in paper and re-framed windows and doors.
A whole lot of construction and dirt and progress.
Lots and lots of progress.
And here’s a sneak peek from my last visit to the house.
I say sneak peek because the grand reveal is coming up soon and I can’t give it all away before the unveiling.
But you can see the progress.
The floors have been refinished and the walls put up and painted glorious colors and the original architecture of the house has been preserved.
And now it’s time for furnishings and textiles and lighting and fabrics and furniture.
This is where I entered back into the story.
Esther contacted me and asked me if I would be willing to help design three of the rooms….the front parlor, the master bedroom and the back porch.
It was one of those moments when you turn around and look to see if the person is actually talking to you or if they were waving at the person in the coffee line.
She wanted me to help accomplish her dream? She trusted me with the vision for the house? She wanted me to join her on the journey?
I literally couldn’t even.
I was nervous.
And my purple fingernails were waving in the air and wondering where to start.
And so I listened to the house.
I let it do the talking.
I tried to honor the past and the history and the architecture and let the house guide the design choices.
Here’s a tiny glimpse of the front parlor.
We decided to keep the doors the original wood.
That’s what the house needed.
And the house was so right.
Look at that incredible patina next to the molding and that beautiful wall color.
I can’t wait to show you the finished rooms. It’s been an incredible journey and one that I am so honored to be a part of.
Here’s to following your heart.
And believing in the almost impossible.
….especially when a house is doing the talking. 🙂
PS If you want to follow along, Esther writes a blog that documents all the progress. You can see all here blog posts, here.