"I saw home in your eyes,

 and found love in your smile."

    - unkown.

What is "home"? Is it a person? A place? Is it where you're from? Where you're going?
Or is it where all your attempts to escape cease?

There is a word in Spanish: Querencia. Which essentially means "a place where one's strength is drawn, where one feels most at home; a place where you feel your most authentic self."

I think "home" is the moment everything falls away. That sigh of relief, like when you fall onto your bed after a long day and your back goes, "bruh..." Now whether that's a person, a place, or house with four walls and a roof -- well, that depends on the individual. My "home" is my person (my husband and my kids) but having those four walls and roof as a place of safety and escape definitely help. A house is just a house. I could live if it burned down. Now, if my husband and my kids went down with it? That's an entirely different road I don't even want to go down. But do you see my point? 

Anyway, I'm a very visual person, and a Taurus at that...I need my surroundings to match what I feel on the inside. Full of depth, color, textures, and contrast. A harmony of dark and light. My four walls and a roof need to be full of beauty, comfy couches I can sink down into, things that catch my magpie eye, vibrant jewel toned colors...

The saddest part of living in Arizona is that 99.9% of the homes here lack character. In every subdivision each home is almost a cookie-cutter replica of the one next to it. Then you have HOA's regulating what you can and can't do to the exterior (including your front and back yards). To have a home with any sort of personality, you need to work doubly hard on the interior.

I enjoy anything with a touch of the Old World. I suppose you could consider it modern vintage? Modern victorian?

bedroom

bathroom

living room

kitchen

office

vanity & closet

laundry & potting room

garden & patio

*Disclaimer: none of these photos are mine.

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*Disclaimer: none of these are mine.

11 years.

 I fully acknowledge the fact that it's been at least 11 years since I last created a post. Yeah, thats right... 11.

Why even come back after 11 years? I'm not totally sure, tbh. I know that in the last 11 years a LOT of shit has happened. Like what? Well, I'm glad you asked!

First, I met a guy and we got married. Then we had boy #1, aka. Mason (he's pretty much the coolest kid ever). Then around 5 and half years later, we had another little boy, Markus. 

Obviously, these are before I had our second boy (or not so obviously, since we're just getting re-acquainted and all). Shortly after these photos, my husband deployed. Did I mention he's in the military? No, well...he is. Soon thereafter, I had Markus. My hubs saw his baby for the first time when he was 4 months old. 

Their eyes are my favorite part, like fine whiskey. Mason, my oldest, is more like me. Fair, light hair (oh yeah...I'm blonde btw) but Markus is more like his dad...dark skin, dark hair. But the both of them, they have their Dad's eyes. Exquisite.

Now that I've gotten you all caught up, lets keep going shall we?