When we first moved into our home, we didn’t think we needed to do anything in our first floor powder room except hang a towel. But we kept smelling something strange when we came into the house. At long last we traced it to the unassuming pedestal sink in our half bath. Instead of fixing a pinhole leak, the previous owners had placed an old plastic jar in the pedestal to catch the leaking water.
When our family outgrew our tiny Boston apartment we decided to relocate outside of the city, and had a hard time finding something that suited us. Finally, we stumbled on an antique New England farmhouse with a barn on eight acres – almost too good to be true for a history aficionado who loves the outdoors. It was a big shift from a small city apartment furnished in mid-century modern, but we have embraced the change and are working to meld together our modern style, the house’s incredible bones, hand-me-down furniture and an avalanche of toddler toys, all while managing animals and designing pastures, vegetable and flower gardens. I hope you enjoy following along with our progress – and many missteps!