As the Holidays roll around it's a reminder of the blood, sweat and many, many tears we went through finding our house. We are slowly approaching our two year anniversary.
We knew what we wanted, finding it and getting it was another story. Every time we found a piece of land or the land and house it didn't work in our favor for what ever reason. Things became so bad that the realtor thought we had a jinx on us. Other realtors made jokes, wanting to use us to look and be interested in some of their properties that wouldn't sale. They thought once we looked and pretended to be interested they would sale (you know because we were jinxed).
It then came to the point when I would call to set up the appointment to just go look they would call me back right before the appointment time saying don't come the owners have accepted an offer. O.k., we can't even get to the looking stage and the rug is being pulled out from underneath us. I thought I can't handle this anymore, maybe we can look again in 6 months, I just need a break from the emotional ride we are on.
A week or so later an email came in about a house I'd looked at on line a while back. It was everything we were looking for it was perfect but at the time I brushed it to the side because the price was way to high. There was plenty of land, it was a custom built home with a lot of special items we would've wanted our home to have but cost would've played a role if we were building and could afford it.
In the email the realtor made sure she told me about the price reduction because they were moving and the house had not sold yet. She also pointed out I don't think we should waste time call me ASAP. I thought for a few minutes because I didn't want to get back on this ride again. That little voice in side me said this is a new home custom built, reduced in price, you loved it once when you looked at it on line here's your chance to finally see it, go for it! So I did. I made that call and we saw the house that night. The realtor knew we would love it and had the paper work ready that night.
I go home and that night and I had a dream. I dreamed about my gram (who is passed on) she comes to me at a pool side giving me a gift of warm fuzzy socks. (I always have cold feet) I'm so excited to have the socks and see her because not only does she give me these socks but she gives me this overwhelming sense of peace like everything is finally going to o.k. In the morning when I wake I'm crying, but it's a good cry. A cry of relief and that's when I knew we would get this house.
Because it's what they call a ReLo it took some time but we finally got the word one day CONGRATS ON YOUR NEW HOME! I think it was around Christmas but then all the paper work that goes with a ReLo it was still not till Feb. that we were moved in.
When we moved in all the walls were, I guess you could call them a tan and the custom molding is white. Very beautiful I thought but after a while I felt like I needed color and bold color so we painted. Here are some before and after pictures. Once we got done I thought why didn't I paint sooner what a difference this makes. I'll post more pictures of other area's in the next few days.
Looking at the front door entryway (before)
Standing at the front door in the entryway (after)

Looking down the long hall way (before)

Standing in the long hall way (after)

This is what I love to work on at home decorating,
I work slow changing it a million times but I finally will get it how
I want it driving everyone crazy in process.