Everyone needs a sanctuary within their own home. I think the week that we finally felt at home in our new house was the week we finished the painting and cleaning, moved our mattress off the floor and onto a bedframe, and started sleeping in our master bedroom.
The same week we got the news that the sale would close on our house purchase and the same week we found out we were pregnant with our first baby. So, by the time we moved into our first house in August 2010, I was in the middle of first trimester exhaustion. That made the move a huge challenge. You see: we knew we would only be able to afford to buy a house if we found a fixer, and our house was a definitely cosmetic fixer (i.e. it was a safe, healthy house, but it was outdated, dirty and ugly). We had 1 week off work in which to fix ‘er up before we were out of our old apartment for good.
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)