Today instead of Sunday Sew I decided to do a Sunday Show… you like how I did that, eh eh? Ugh I am so lame. Moving on ha! We are in the midst of selling our home so I am super swamped trying to keep it spotless for showings, wrap up the school year with all the activities and testing AND work on some new fun exciting patterns that I have been dying to get out (yay for hiring a grader!). I thought I would share a little walk through our home with keeping in mind these are not at ALL my normal artistic style photos that I would do for the blog but the actual photos that are on the listing. Now some of you may be saying “Um, Kelly, didn’t you just BUILD and move into this house seven months ago?” Why yes, yes we did, and we LOVE it. The issue isn’t the house at all, the issue is a major change in life goals that Chris and I decided while we had a week to just talk talk talk talk talk until we passed out in Aruba a month back. I remember one day running to several different play dates, to Costco, then the grocery store, then to karate then to irish dance then back home where I made dinner cleaned the house did homework, bathed children, read stories (we just finished The One and Only Ivan and just started Wonder and love both) and then fell exhausted onto the couch. I sat there on my own and thought: “If I could have my dream life what would it be?” Now don’t get me wrong I adore my kiddos and would never ever change being a mom for ANYTHING on earth. I would however change the way I feel at the end of these crazy chaotic days. I have felt pretty disconnected from the world around me because I feel like I am ALWAYS running. Run here, run there, hurry hurry hurry, spend spend spend. It was something that I did not feel in either Timor (for the super obvious reason that there was literally no where to go) nor in Paris (where they cherish mellow meals and do not believe in over scheduling their children). I promised myself that I wouldn’t get caught back up into it when we moved back but somehow once here I started telling myself that if my kids weren’t in Karate, Irish dance, basketball, soccer, gymnastics, scouts etc. that I was somehow short changing them and was a bad parent. I got TOTALLY sucked in to the busy parent vortex. As I sat on the couch on that exhausting night I thought if I could be anywhere I would be with my family a big plot of land in some little old town in Europe, more specifically either Ireland or France. I then thought, if that is what my dream is why on earth aren’t we working towards that? Why in the world are we buying yet another investment home in a town we never plan on living in again? This started the discussion with Chris about where we want to end up when we retire (we have zero intentions of leaving the foreign service we both love Chris’s job). We both are the type of people that when we dream, we dream big. So a new dream was concocted on the sunny island of Aruba and we have slowly been making changes to someday reach that goal. Now, there are some big things that will make this end goal easier for us then it is for most. For starters I am an Irish and by extension EU citizen, and we are in the process of getting said citizenship for our kiddos. This means that all of us will be dual EU and US citizens. This also means that all of us can own property in the EU with no problem and no horrid red tape. Without this there are lots of different and some times extremely tedious hoops you would have to jump through depending on the country you are wanting to buy in. Secondly Chris and I and the kiddos are really used to living abroad so there are none of us (currently) who feel like it is a HUGE overwhelming change, and a few of us speak French pretty well (wink wink). Lastly and most importantly, I have a crazy supportive husband who, luckily, suffers from as much wanderlust as I do (we blame it on our genes after reading THIS study). Is this happening over night? In the next ten years? No. The end goal will probably not be reached until Chloe is off to college and Chris has retired from the foreign service, so we are talking 15 years at the earliest. Will it be worth the wait? My bet is heck yes it will. I now find myself daydreaming about my grandcuties coming to stay with us at our Irish farm house or old French manor and being able to swing on tree swings and run for acres. Can I wait 15 years for a dream this big? You better believe it! I will only be 49 in 15 years. That’s still pretty young if you ask me! So to make a short story looooooooonnnngg a house in Herriman doesn’t fit into some of the steps we have decided to take to get us to that end goal. Do I regret building the house? Not for a minute. I have loved every second in this house and am actually hoping we are able to sell it to a great family instead of watch renters slowly tear it apart. So now if you have read that entire rambling tangent from my usual sewing talk here are some fun pics of our current home.
Let start with the boys room. They have all the same bedding they had in Paris that I got at the ikea there. The only bummer about them is the fluffy soft duvet’s are European size so a few inches smaller all the way around so I can only use them in the future with European duvet covers. So even though I am fairly sick of the ABC I am not about to spend money on two new down comforters and covers.
The stag head is a cardboard one that I papier mached with pages from thrifted French books. I also glued the map paper to the “EXPLORE” letters. The rug and hanging baskets are Ikea. The bunk bed is a hand me down I painted.
The giant school map is a score I got at a farm sale in Maryland right before we moved to Paris. The clocks are set to SLC, Kabul and Sydney. We had that tressel table made for the boys before we left East Timor, as well as the frame hanging above it.
I love how HUGE the windows in our house are. I mean don’t get me wrong I didn’t love it when we were buying window coverings but MAN do they let the light in. The boys have a large walk in closet that actually has a little secret passage that goes through to the walk in closet in the guest/ my old sewing room. (The metal shelf is Ikea, the head dress we bought at a party store in Paris).
Next to the boys is the girls room, which aside from the master is the biggest room. Our original plan was to have the girls in the bedroom that was attached through the walk in closets through the tunnel and have this room be a play room. Then we moved in and realized how few toys our children have these days. The boys have legos, the girls a play kitchen and dress ups (and recently added knock off AG dolls). I did not need this much room for a sewing room so it went to the girls. Their closet is ridiculous in size and even has a large window in it.
The girls bedding is all from Land Of Nod except for the red striped pillows I made from tea towels I bought in France. The striped blankets we all LOVE and are from West Elm. I swear they go on super sale every few months. Their darling lights are also LON and a gift from a dear friend. Their furniture was a super score from the vintage yard sale FB group of belong to here. Their play kitchen is of course Ikea hacked. Chris brought back the geo’d book ends from Brazil when he lived there and for some reason Evie has become super attached to them. She also demands I leave the pink storage bin tucked under her kitchen so she can stand on it and reach things that are “up high”… I am guessing that is part of her make-believe play.
I didn’t take very many pictures of our guest room because it is the most neglected room, so on to the master. This room is HUGE! I seriously don’t really know what to do with all the space since Chris and I don’t own that much furniture. The embassy always provides dressers etc. so we just haven’t really ever bought any.