reflecting

 Last week I carried the last box from the garage, lugged it into the back of the car and tugged down the, once, electric garage door. At last, after 3 consecutive days of 14 hours of moving, I bade farewell to 13 years of living in the little Beach Bungalow by the sea.

The resident teenagers when I first began this blog. 

When I began this blog, it was simply a means of sharing with whomever was out there in the vast unknown - soon to be known as  "The Blogosphere". I'd read my little ones a book, put them to bed, shut their doors and pad out to my gar-office to peck away at my keyboard. I had no idea if anyone was reading. Or really cared.  You were my adults to relax with after a day of single parenting.

A last shot before the movers come Check out how the floors patina-ed. I love it.

I created posts about anything that inspired me creatively. I had no agenda, just this need to put it out there. Probably much of it was odd and obscure to most. But week after week, you all checked in, joined me, commented and became part of my life in the little bungalow.

Freshly painted and papered. The bus sign has found a new home at a bachelor friend's apartment. He loves it.

Through the years, I've shared a new marriage, the painted floors heard round the world, the beach bungalow bedroom, the Imperial Trellis accent wall that just wouldn't quit (trust me, I  was sick of it too. ) I blogged about kid friendly spaces, being inspired to design a space based on things like a dollar bill. I shared music, fashion, beautiful, awe inspiring interiors and fine art. And I guess I'm not done yet. I just needed a bit of a break, or a something to shake things up.

It's a "beach bedroom". Google will tell you so. I loved how a few 1 x 4s completely changed the look of this, dry walled addition that was new to the house (and looked it) when I first bought it.

whoa. TBT . Reminding me that it's always good to change things up.

See what I did there? I went and changed that damn wallpaper. A perfect blogging moment lost. ( Fred'll be watching for cats)

Beginning the deconstruction.

gross. I swear my house was not this dirty before I had movers stomping through dragging ladders with clumps of dirt and leaves. Also, yes, I get the urge to paint things in my house at 10pm, do it myself through the night, too tired and without help, to move anything. So, I just paint around it.

This recent move, not far from The Bungalow, has inspired me to jump back into the old blog; clear away some cobwebs, weed the garden and spruce things up. My hiatus was probably a good thing. Sometimes we need to, purge a bit, step back to gain perspective and then start a new. 

View from the new beach bedroom. 

If you're still out there, thanks for checking in. I'm planning to share some peeks into the new pad. I'm hella busy these days with design clients, but I'm really going to try and get a few posts in a week.

In the mean time, thank you,  our little beach bungalow by the sea. We wrung you dry of every last ounce of spirit you had left. We loved you hard and I'm pretty sure you loved us right back. You were one of the lone survivors in a sea of McMansions and will forever be in our memories. xoxo