Well, I am not sure the Milkbarn will actually be famous.
I just thought that sounded good for a first entry.
I don't know how to blog or write with finesse(did I spell that right?) or entertain through the written word but here I go chronicling our adventures and perhaps misadventures of remodeling a neglected home tucked against the rocky mountains. I figured 2014 would be that of a newborn year. I would be sleep deprived, wondering if I actually did know what I was doing and maybe secretly ask myself, why did I do this? It is hard to say no to my husband for one:) He needed a project and I guess I am a romantic and a dreamer and wanted to make that happen for him. I felt like this house was that tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree.
I didn't want to be the Lucy and yell at Charlie Brown for bringing in something he thought needed him.
The Milkbarn needed to be taken care of and brought back to life. And I needed to feel happy too....so I signed some documents sitting on the beach last summer with my phone in hand while Clay was back in Colorado. We ended up selling a perfectly normal, all-american, suburban home for a little cabin in the woods that needed help.
But maybe we are the ones who needed the help.
We have been here for 3 1/2 months now.
This is our family.
We dragged our couch out to the backyard for our first family photo at the Milkbarn.
So, here is our story...building our lives one day at a time :)
I just thought that sounded good for a first entry.
I don't know how to blog or write with finesse(did I spell that right?) or entertain through the written word but here I go chronicling our adventures and perhaps misadventures of remodeling a neglected home tucked against the rocky mountains. I figured 2014 would be that of a newborn year. I would be sleep deprived, wondering if I actually did know what I was doing and maybe secretly ask myself, why did I do this? It is hard to say no to my husband for one:) He needed a project and I guess I am a romantic and a dreamer and wanted to make that happen for him. I felt like this house was that tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree.
I didn't want to be the Lucy and yell at Charlie Brown for bringing in something he thought needed him.
The Milkbarn needed to be taken care of and brought back to life. And I needed to feel happy too....so I signed some documents sitting on the beach last summer with my phone in hand while Clay was back in Colorado. We ended up selling a perfectly normal, all-american, suburban home for a little cabin in the woods that needed help.
But maybe we are the ones who needed the help.
We have been here for 3 1/2 months now.
This is our family.
We dragged our couch out to the backyard for our first family photo at the Milkbarn.
So, here is our story...building our lives one day at a time :)
Love your writing, awesome picture, wow!!!
ReplyDeleteCan I be your first official blog stalker?
ReplyDeleteCami, I would be honored to have you stalk me. Do you think my next entry should just be about the amount of appliances from the 70's in my front yard?
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