As soon as I saw our new house, I knew I wanted to paint the front door. The front of the house is pretty neutral, with grey-blue siding and black shutters, and I thought a pop of color at the door would be a little more visually interesting than the plain white door that was there.

Bright yellow was the main contender early on but after thinking about it, I decided a solid wall of yellow might get a little tiring to see day in and day out, especially when the door was open into our living room. After deliberating over colors for months I finally snapped and bought a quart of the first swatch at the store that I liked. It happened to be Martha Stewart's Wrought Iron, a sleek dark navy with just a touch of cobalt in it when the light hits it.


It's not a huge contrast to our black shutters but I like that you can see it's definitely blue. I think the dark-colored door makes the front of the house look a little more pulled together. Now I'm searching for the perfect mailbox to set off our new door and thinking seriously about what I'm going to do to that awning come spring...

What color is your front door? Black or white, or did you choose something else?

We've had a trying week -- not going to lie, it's been one of the hardest weeks I've experienced in a long time. On top of moving and getting our old house ready for inspection by the rental company, we had some burst pipes at the new house (which meant raw sewage all over our freshly sanded floors). Worst of all, our sweet little tabby cat managed to slip out during the moving process and is now unaccounted for (if you're a local reader, please pass this along to help us find him! Especially if you are in Norfolk.)

The good news is that we are officially settled into our new house and got to spend our first Halloween enjoying our neighborhood and getting to know our neighbors. Our new neighborhood really DOES Halloween: a trip down our street led us past three haunted houses, a punk-rock garage concert, and a tent where they were giving away antique books! (A friend of mine got a complete 1950s set of the Anne of Green Gables series -- I dithered between Lives of the Saints and a 1915 copy of Robert's Rules of Order and finally went for the latter). Nearly every house was decked out with lights and cobwebs and very ambitiously carved pumpkins and the kids were running to and fro like madcaps. It was a far cry from our old neighborhood in Northern Virginia, where we were lucky if we got one trick-or-treater all night. In short, I think we're going to like it here.

So without further ado, here are some photos from around the house and from last night's Halloween spree! Happy weekend -- here's to a wonderful week to come for all of us. x

^^ Pinata for our playgroup party & our newly refinished (and cleaned) floors ^^

^^ So much bigger than last year! (and sulky because Mama won't let her eat all the candy) ^^

^^ Everybody who went by -- adults and kids both -- had to try our neighbors' hopscotch ^^

^^ Reminds me of being stuck in traffic on I-95 ^^

^^ Dada on candy duty ^^

Anne is generally over the moon about the new house, but in the past week or so, she's started to get a little resistant when we talk about the prospect of leaving our old house. "I like the new house the best," she'll say, "But sometimes I'm going to sleep at the old house, too." When we tell her that that won't be possible because someone else will be living here, she gives us a resounding NO.

It makes sense that she would be a little anxious to leave. James and I love this little old house and the time we've spent here. But to us, it's just a quick drop in the memory bucket, a place among all the other places we've lived, a place where we spent just a little over a year. But to Anne, it is the only home she's ever really known. She was too little to remember our Arlington condo. This house is the setting for the only Christmas she remembers, the only birthday she remembers having, the place where she's played with her friends, all the little moments in between.

We've been trying to do what we can to make the move easier on her. The main thing is that we've tried to move everything else before packing her room. That way, she has a sort of sanctuary amid the chaos of packing that's taken over the rest of the house. We're planning on unpacking and setting up her room at the new house first thing before anything else, for the same reasons.



We've taken a lot of photos of/in the old house during the months we've been here but are trying to snap some shots of the little things about it that we'll want to remember in the future: the plants and trees in the yard, the crystal knobs on the pretty ladderback doors (each one is unique), the funny black-and-white retro tile in the bathroom.

It helps a lot that we've been spending a lot of time at the new house, usually making at least one trip every day for renovation purposes. It's also convenient that the layout of the new house is very similar to the one we're leaving. Thank you, mid-century architects! A.'s new room is coming together, and she's already made friends in the new neighborhood, which has been great for helping to distract from the fact that our time at the old house is coming to an end. But I still find myself crossing my fingers, hoping it all goes smoothly.

Have you moved with your kids? How did you make the transition a little easier? Any strategies you could share would be most appreciated.

Happy Monday!

So far we've been homeowners for three weeks and in those three weeks, a LOT has happened. We've been working on the new house so much -- I'm over there all day cleaning and sanding and priming and painting and when James is done with work in the evenings, he runs over to get the places I can't reach finish up. The result of all of this labor is that our old house is starting to really look and feel like home. Here's a list of what we've been up to since we closed last month.

1. Basking in the cold air.

Air-conditioning! We has it. Our first order of business was to have a team come in and install an HVAC system -- before, the only heating in the house was from a floor grate in the living room and ONE wall AC unit in the den. I think it says a lot about the house that we loved it so much when we first saw it even though it was July and it was literally 110 degrees inside. The process of putting in the new unit involved all sorts of complicated things like building ductwork and digging up part of the yard to install a natural gas line for a backup heat pump but now that everything's in place, it seems so simple. Flip a switch and ahhh. We were so grateful for our new AC during that stretch of super-hot days last week.


Look at the size of that thing! You can't really tell from the (horrible, rainy) picture, but when I'm standing next to it, it comes up to my chest. But believe it or not, it's so quiet when it's on that you can barely tell it's running.

2. Painting paneling. Lots and lots of paneling.




This is by far how we've been spending the most of our of time. The two large upstairs bedrooms (destined to be my craft room and James's office) and the den are completely paneled, walls and ceiling both, so there is a lot of space to cover. In some ways, the hardest part was choosing a paint color. We knew we wanted a soft white but without too much yellow or green in it (I've heard yellow undertones can make white walls look dingy in low light and green tends to make everybody look sick).

The color we ultimately went with, after looking at about a million swatches, was Benjamin Moore's Capitol White, from their Colonial Williamsburg collection, color matched to a Behr flat interior paint because it's way cheaper and we've had good luck with it in the past. I love the way it turned out -- the just off-white color is so soft and pure and seems to glow when the light hits it. But there's also enough contrast so that the Ultra Pure White we used for the trim really pops against it. In fact, we like the color so much that I think we're going to use it in places throughout the rest of the house.
3. Excavating a kitchen floor.

Our big kitchen used to be separate smaller kitchen and dining areas but sometime over the last sixty-odd years, the wall between the two was knocked out and the rooms were combined into one. And then the whole floor was carpeted (!). We had a suspicion that underneath, at least in the old dining area, we'd find the same hardwood floors that run through the living room and front hallway to the bedrooms. And after peeling back three layers of carpet and scraping through a weird black layer of grime (we think it was part of the carpet adhesive that molded to the floors over the years), we found it.




 After many many nights of scraping and sanding and using every degreaser we could find, we decided that we're going to need professional help to whip these floors in shape. We scheduled a refinisher to come and deal with the hardwood (and to go over the wood floors in the rest of the house) and are currently in the process of picking a tile for the kitchen area.


4. Drywalling over wallpaper.



A lot of you were fans of the wavy wallpaper in the stairwell and suggested we should keep it, but that choice wasn't really on the table because of how torn and ragged it was in places. J. and I both took turns trying to remove this incredibly persistent wallpaper with a few different methods/products, but in about a week's worth of working on it, we only managed to remove about a two-foot by three-foot section each. And when the paper was gone, we found the plaster underneath was just crumbling. Instead of removing all of the paper and then replastering, we decided to start from scratch and just cover the wallpaper with drywall (thanks to a lot of help from some very very wonderful family members and friends).



I love the smell of fresh drywall (smells like victory!)

5. Bidding farewell to a tree.

A neighbor told me that the huge tree in the front of the house was the only one of the old oaks that used to line the street that managed to survive Hurricane Isabel when it rolled through 10 years ago. We felt kind of bad having to cut it down after it had been such a survivor, but the roots were threatening the foundation of the house and most of the tree was dead and hollow inside, meaning that another storm could bring it crashing down on the roof (and our power lines -- parts of the tree were intertwined with them). One morning last week some intrepid tree guys came and removed all traces of it.

I love the way our house looks without the tree -- you can see the lines of it a lot more clearly, and our small yard definitely looks bigger without it. Bonus: our tree guys left me a chunk of trunk, which I plan to turn into a side table like one of these at West Elm sometime in the future.

6. More painting...



...because we're trying to get as much up on the walls as we can before the floor guy come later this week. For Anne's room (top), I went to Home Depot, chose all the swatches I thought would work with her existing decor and let her pick the one she liked best. She chose this muted, pale lilac with a tinge of gray 3 out of 5 times, so that's what we went with. It's Martha Stewart's Seed Pearl, which we again color matched to a Behr flat, since I've heard M.Stew. paints can tend to be runny and have poor coverage.

The bottom photo is mine and James's room (Glidden's Natural Wicker, color-matched to Behr, &etc). It's a very light cappucino color that is just so restful to me. It's a good thing that I like them because I've been spending a lot of time with these colors -- our plaster walls are so old that they're sucking the paint right up, and multiple (3+) coats have been required to cover certain places, even with primer.

In my spare hours (what little of them there are), I've been making inspiration boards for each room on Pinterest (follow me!) You would think it would be overload, but actually I find it rather soothing. What house projects are you working on lately? Let's share stories from the trenches.

Just over a week ago, we closed on our new house -- a four-bedroom, two-bathroom (!) 1940s Cape Cod just a few streets away from the house we've been renting for the past year. Despite a few dubious design choices left over from the early 1970s (psychedelic wallpaper and linoleum, wood paneling everywhere), our new house is pretty much perfect in our eyes, full of light and charm and tons of possibilities.

Anouk's favorite things about it are the vintage light fixtures in the bedrooms and the seats under the dormer windows upstairs; James loves the yard and the fact that it's within walking distance to the beach; I still can't believe the sheer number of cabinets and drawers in the kitchen (well over thirty) and the neighborhood, which is shady and friendly and full of young families.




I think what's most exciting though is that this new house means that we're here in Norfolk to stay. We can start settling in and really putting down roots. It's exciting, seeing our city through this new perspective. I never really paid attention to the elementary school down the street before; now whenever I pass it I can't help but picture a little six- or seven-year-old Anouk there, knowing that it will be her school one day.

We're going to be super busy over the next few weeks as we settle in and start some pretty extensive renovations so please forgive me if things are a little slow over here on the blog. I promise I'll make it up with some juicy DIY posts later for those of you who are into that.

Two whole bathrooms! I still can't believe it. Happy weekend, everyone!