It’s been more than three years now that we’ve lived in our house, almost completely transformed from the house we bought. I saw through all the rotted wood, chipping paint, and overgrown landscaping and I could imagine serenity. I could see twinkly lights and flowers and I envisioned a sense of welcome, of light, I wanted to feel embraced by this place.
I was smitten with this little pigeon loft in the backyard daydreaming of owning chickens and watching more babies learn to walk while we made a life, wild in love and careful in purpose.
Before and After, on the left is the pigeon loft as it sat on the property when we bought the home. On the right is the aftermath of our dreaming, scheming, sweating, painting, planting and going for it.
This is what I do. I create spaces for souls to unwind. I haven’t always known how to say that out-loud. That *this* is what I do. I tell stories and I love houses and when those two things collide? It’s the storytelling of the life we live, where we live it. And I’m honored to share this with you, to do this for you.