HouseLove

I moved back to VA just a short 10 months ago. (Seems like a lot less time than that.) When I was looking for a place to live, I had a lot of factors to consider.
1. I did not want a roommate. Ever again. (Except for one that I get to marry.) Therefore, the place had to be cheap enough for me to afford everything solo. Bills, Rent... all of it.
2. It had to be big enough to fit all of my stuff in it. This actually posed to be a challenge, seeing as how I inherited all of my "heirloom" furniture as a 26 year old, and have been schlepping it around since then. I love ALL of it, too. So putting it in a friend's house was a bit out of the question, especially since I didn't think the pieces would survive friend's houses.
3. I wanted a yard for Ed to wander around in. Which ultimately meant, in my heart, I wanted a house. I didn't want to share a wall/ ceiling with a neighbor. Especially one that liked to party with thumpin' thumpin music and/or other things. IfyouknowwhatImean.

Lo and behold, I found this little gem. Sure, it looked like it had been long forgotten and rough around the edges, but I saw something different.  Really, all it needed was some Love. (Don't we all?)

A few gallons of paint, lots of hours in sweat, lots of blisters, planting, planning, and frustrations, here's what the beach cottage looks like today. Well, really, it was yesterday. But it pretty much looks the same today as it did yesterday.

Now I have a cute little place to go home to. And a cute little dog to go home to. Most of the improvements were completed with the help of my cute little parents.

Ima go be cute and little now. (weird.)

*k