You know when you read, hear, or watch something that sticks with you for years to come and yet, you aren’t sure *why*? After I read the books to our girls (years ago) we watched, “The Series of Unfortunate Events” film (I love the books, movie, and tv series – please don’t judge me harshly) and one scene never really left me. The Baudelaire children were embarking on a life alone, without their parents. They found themselves alone in the world, their parents recently dying. This particular moment resonated for me. I’ve never forgot it and think of it often – the idea of “sanctuary.” In all honesty, that’s all I’ve ever wanted from a home. Sure, I enjoy moving around furniture and finding unique estate sale finds (and filling our space with books, let’s be honest.) However, the end goal has always been to make a place of refuge – for our family and those who are welcomed in – from this very, very troubling world.
One day my children will move on. But it is my sincere hope that this place, this specific address, our home, will always be a sanctuary. A destination for them and many others, where they can return to and be comforted.
When we moved into our house we knew we would stay here (save something unforeseen) for the rest of our lives. And so we embarked on making it a home, little by little. Our largest project thus far has been to renovate the large back room that sits just over the garage. They used it as an office and storage for her large, embroidery equipment, hence the elevator you see on the left of this photo. It’s a huge room, had three closets, an industrial lift, and linoleum flooring. It sat largely untouched since we moved in, almost three years ago. It was time.
And so, we did it. We painted, took out two of the three closets, and got rid of the lift (which was QUITE an ordeal.) We couldn’t be happier and feel so grateful.
Anyhow, thanks for indulging this personal share. I’m just so darn happy about this space.