And so it begins....

My husband, Jim, and I have just bought the most perfect imperfect old (1899-ish) two-story farmhouse, which is huge and, well...abused (for now!) 

It always saddens me to see the crumbling remains of an old house.  I imagine it in 'its day' and wonder about the story of the family who lived within it's deteriorated walls.  I've wanted to save every single sad one of those houses!  Jim tells me I've now "rescued" one.

The minute I saw Sunnybrook Farm (yes, it already had a name! How wonderful is that?!)  listed for sale, I wanted it.  No...I WANTED IT!!!  From the minute I stood in the yard and looked toward the huge wrap-around porch and up at the quaint little sleeping porch, I loved it....and it loved me.

We ignored the "Beware of the Dog" sign and excitedly (and hesitantly) crept onto that magnificent porch and up to one of the three large curtain-less (yay!) front-facing windows of the living room.  I pressed my nose to the dingy, dirty old window, cupped my hands around my eyes to block out the sunlight, squinted my eyes, and beheld beauty.  I saw old wide-planked sawmill-hewed farmhouse floors, large windows, interior French doors and glimpses upon glimpses of what could be.  Jim, however, saw work, and in truth, there's lots of it.  Oh, but I have a vision, and it's simply lovely.

And so it begins.....