When my husband and I made an offer on our first home two years
ago, I had major hesitations. Sure, I have made plenty of impulse
purchases in my time – a tabloid at the supermarket, a pair of
sunglasses at a boutique – but to buy a house after stepping inside only
10 minutes beforehand was a different story.
It
was a nice house in the neighborhood I loved. But it was
83-years-old. And the walls were the color of something found in a
dirty diaper. The hideous wood paneling brought me back to the 1970’s.
This house needed some major updates.
Luckily,
my husband Matt had the vision I lacked. He saw the original wood trim
and the arched entryways I missed. He appreciated the wooden staircase
and the walk-in closets. Maybe I was just afraid to sign my life away
to such a huge price tag. Or maybe I was nervous to become a real-life
grown up. But two months later, we moved in and immediately made the
place our own.
We were on a super-tight
budget. But I was able to find amazing furniture and decor by scouring
the clearance racks of Target, Home Goods, and consignment shops. I
bought refurbished furniture and Matt sanded and repainted some
hand-me-downs. The result was a sanctuary of our own...
More to come about that later...
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