I am sitting in our house in Texas and I just have to say that it is just ridiculous how beautiful it is. I realize I am biased since we have chosen everything that is in it from the wall paper to the mantles to the tiles on the hearths to the light fixtures since it was stripped down to the lathe when we bought it. But still, my goodness…

Here is a photo from where I am sitting while I write this blog:

I don’t know if you can tell from the photo, but I will assure you it’s lovely.

This house has been a long time in the “re-making” since we bought it eight years ago.  The renovation was ambitious and questionable in terms of sanity.  We still aren’t quite sure what we’re doing, but what the heck.  But I have to say that every time I look at the transformation from derelict house to cozy and lovely home, I have to pinch myself.  Is it possible that we actually stayed on task and systematically worked our way through this house, room by room, to create such a beautiful space?

Anyone who has taken on a major restoration will understand what I mean.  There is an indescribable feeling that comes with the completion of a major project like this.  It is almost a “Wow” moment.  Almost a jumping up and trying to find someone with whom to share a “high five.”

An incredible sense of satisfaction, and something else that is even more important: pure love.