This truth is this: I fell in love with this apartment four years ago....at least in love with the outside. I drove past it regularly, always slowing down in hopes of catching a glance inside. It's grand, beautiful and historic. The outside was enough to keep my interest all these years, and when the landlord called to let me know he had an opening...well, I nearly peed myself. As it turns out, my friend Jessica lived in this exact home, and this exact apartment just a few years ago...so it feels extra special to have a little friend history there, too.
I went back and forth on sharing a photo of the outside. It's so lovely and I'm dying to share. But, living in a smaller town...an exterior photo is pretty much like giving an address. As a single girl who lives and sleeps alone...and shares a fair amount of info on the internet...I've got to go old school on this one. That .001% chance of creepster reader is swayin' my vote, here.
So, shall we proceed to the inside? Do come in. You can follow along by checking out the faux blueprint up above! Not an expert, but thought it might help understand the flow.
We enter through the living room...
The view as you enter the room.
Looking back at the entrance....
Immediately off to the left of the living room is the porch...where I plan to spend many a summer morning eating a breakfast of fritatas. No, I don't know what a fritata is, but it sounds right. Play along.
Here's the porch:
Just needs a white bistro set, right?
Rather in love with these columns.
Alright, let's get back inside and take a peek at the kitchen, which is right off the living room.
Shut. Up. White cabinets? Farmhouse sink? I die every time.
There's a stove somewhere in there. Whatevs.
And now...the boudoir. I'm unsure why, but I find this room particularly loveable.
View from the kitchen doorway.
Check out that floor shine!
Finally, the bathroom. I'm still warming up to it. While I adore old homes, I love the cleanliness factor of a new bathroom. Since this home is over a century old...I'll be attacking this room with bleach and at least 2 rolls of paper towels.
Look. At. That. Floor. Once it's bleached, I intent to hug it.
I'm planning to snag this shower curtain for the space. Love me a ruffle.
And just so I don't leave you staring at the loo, here's a glimpse at the doorknobs which run throughout the space...
Older homes aren't for everyone. You have to compromise a little comfort for the charm. My first apartment was in an 1800's building, but had been completely remodeled meaning that all the switches were in logical places, the windows were brand-spankin' new and electrical outlets abounded. Not so here. But it's the sacrifice, right? There are so many sweet little touches, like cherry-patterned drawer lining and a vintage phone nook that make it worth sacrificing the newer comforts.
Anyway. I'm over the moon to shed some cardboard boxes...life has felt a bit like a cardboard dungeon for the past few weeks.
Stay tuned as I unpack...and check back tomorrow for some deets about a giveaway! :)