When you move out of a house you love do you ever find yourself wondering what it looks like once the new owners move in? I find myself doing that constantly with my childhood home and hope that the owners love it as much as I did and still do. My parents sold the house during my freshman year at college and wanted to downsize. A decision that still to this day breaks my heart. Sorry, mom, it does.
There were a lot of memories there. I grew up on a beautiful, shady and charming street and lived in what I thought was one of the prettiest houses on the block. My two very best friends in the world lived houses away from me and we spent the summers and weekends running from house to house.
|Besties Katy and Hannah circa 2004 in my dining room/sun room. |
They're going to murder me for posting this.
I learned how to ride my bike at this house. Developed my passion for cooking and design there. We wrote all of our initials in the brick outside when we landscaped. The house is a big piece of my life and of my memories.
It doesn't make it easy that I have to see the house inhabited by someone else every time I make my way over to visit Katy and Hannah when they're in town. I know the house has traded hands a couple of times since we sold it. Recently, I noticed that the current owner looks like they have great taste and I became very curious.
Sometime last year Katy's mom found out that the house was being showcased on a kitchen and bath tour. As curious as I was, especially since I knew they must have done a major renovation to the kitchen, it would have been too hard for me to attend. The other tour goers would have really wondered why a house was bringing me to tears. So, I decided to stay home and stalk in a different fashion in order to not frighten complete strangers.
I discovered that the current owner is actually the designer, Peggy Hull of Creative Touch Interiors. She's done an incredible job updating the house to where it should be and maintaining the architectural integrity of the house. I really love it. But seeing all the improvements has really made me miss it.
|The house's current kitchen.|
Previously, the window was boarded over (HORRIBLE, I know) by the owner before us to make room for his industrial stove. He apparently filmed cooking shows in the house for PBS or something and needed a full range. It made the kitchen dark and dim and wasn't necessarily inspiring.
My mother wouldn't have been able to peel me out of the kitchen had the kitchen looked like this when we lived there. We all would have been very fat and happy.
We did have many a happy Thanksgiving, Christmas and dinner parties in our kitchen. I even started a quick little cake baking business in this kitchen and sold cakes to my mom's friends. Sadness.
Downstairs powder room looks the same with the exception of the wall coverings (is it tile or paper, I can't tell really) and drapes. Looks lovely and warm!
My parent's bathroom. Vanity looks the same. They've done wonderful tilework in the shower and installed new light fixtures and medicine cabinets. This bathroom has always been itty bitty. My mom would dry my hair every morning in elementary when I sat on the toilet in this bathroom and I tried not to fall back asleep.
The "kids" bathroom. Looks like the same vanity with a new sink and faucet and stone. New tilework and fabulous fixtures in the shower. It wasn't, however, fun sharing this bathroom with my brother.
The living room looks amazing. We lived in here while it had cream walls and red walls. The whole family painted the room red together. Don't ever paint with your family. They've obviously painted, refinished the mantle, new tile, added ceiling lights, drapes. Looks lovely! But really makes me miss it.
That large mirrored piece on the right is what caught my interest in the house. You can see it from the street. I knew someone with good taste was taking very good care of the house.
|Girls in my living room (facing the other direction than picture above) in our awful (again, sorry, mom) dining room chairs at my 18th birthday party.|
I'm just guessing that this is what they did to our downstairs addition. Burst out the wall for the bay window. Previously, it only had one window looking out into the garden and there was a wall of storage for my parent's books and papers, etc. Served as a little office for them. It was also our laundry room since the previous laundry room was taking up space in the already tiny kitchen.
I think this must be the house given the color of the floors. Noticed that they've refinished the floors to a lighter shade than we had them.
I think this must be in the dining room next to the french doors leading out to the garden. The walls have been painted cream. Ours were a mustard color which we kept from the previous owner which you can see in the picture of Katy and Hannah up top.
|My buddy Marina and two besties who still live on the street, Hannah and Katy at my graduation party in our garden that my momma created.|
Again, they're going to kill me. And wow my hair was long and healthy.
And there we have it. A little peek into my forever home (in my heart at least) and what it looks like now. Thankfully my bedroom wasn't featured on her website. I probably would have cried like a little baby. You've done a wonderful job, Peggy Hull. Thank you for loving this home. I hope it brings you and your family as many happy and wonderful memories as it brought me and mine. And now I'm crying. Gotta grab a tissue.