I am the sort of person that doesn’t really ask for help. I also don’t tell strangers or even friends about troubles I may be having. Very select close friends, they know. Call it stubbornness, call it pride, call it whatever you want. What I will say is 2016 has been a very difficult year. Personally, it has been challenging. Career wise, also challenging. Globally, extremely. My heart has been saddened so much with all the havoc happening around our country and the world. My faith in humanity nearly dismantled. Anyhow, I don’t want to dwell on negativity. I have done enough of this for most of this year.
Now, I must believe in hope again. In new beginnings.
And how fitting…so very fitting, that at the very end of this very challenging year (Aside from going to France! My one and only beacon of light!) we move into a new house that overlooks the river, has views of Mt. Hood, and is perched upon a terraced green hill.
Hamilton Hill is the name I have dubbed our new home. It instantly felt like home as soon as we stepped into it. I’m also a little convince there’s a good spirit in the house.
I’ve done my fair share of moving. You already know this if you’ve been following me and my shop for awhile. You also know when I move into a new place, I like to set intentions… like when we first moved.
And so… in the new house I will…
Have a breakfast nook with a view,
Hang old portraits in the kitchen,
Hang things on pegs,
Recreate this minimal bathroom (except we no longer have a claw foot tub),
Plant lupins, delphiniums, and foxgloves,
Use lots of linen tablecloths,
Try white and brown bed linens,
Find cafe curtains like these for the kitchen,
Pickle things,
Dine by candlelight,
And also do this as a window treatment.
All images from Pinterest.
