downstairs, upstairs

i'd almost forgotten how to blog and almost entirely forgotten how to edit my photographs...it's been all about the move for the past two months. hopefully, our last ever since we bought this time.  my first ever own home.  it still seems like a dream.

we have focused most of our energy on the downstairs for now, three large rooms including the kitchen and the guest bathroom mainly because it is close to the garage where all the boxes are stashed. 

filled with light, i love coming downstairs in the morning to make breakfast and look out onto the garden from the kitchen window. that garden that awaits me come spring where i will spend most of my time.

  
putting it all together is still a work in progress.  i have always believed a home takes time to come alive and become imbued with the essence of its owners.  in the beginning everything looks static so adding flowers or a plant slowly starts to breath life into all the corners.

 one of my favorite flowers grows everywhere in the garden!

my favorite santo doll

i love mixing the old with the new.  some of these items have been in the family for three or four generations.

no time to garden yet other than watering

guest bathroom door

very very very old bread box

two small photographs from our trip to argentina

 displayed next to my folk art floral painting

natural collections everywhere, this one near the fireplace

WELCOME TO OUR NEW HOME