Counting Down

{a few grainy listing photos}

We've officially signed our lives away, (and thankfully, at a price where we don't have to sell The Bean to the mortgage company), into the welcoming floorboards of a 92 year old bungalow. 

It's chock full of character, glass doorknobs, and built-ins, 

as well as modern-nenity, stainless steel appliances and air conditioning. 

These are a few of my favorite thiiiiiiings.

As in, it is totally remodeled. 

There were moments in our house hunting saga that we almost jumped into the land of major renovations, (a.k.a the land of spending the next three years worth of weekends at Home Depot).

Our  credentials aren't too "terrible." Daniel worked construction during his adolescent summers,

 and I...

have read plenty of "Young House Love" posts 

AND watched six seasons of "Flipping Out," thank you very much.  

According to my calculations,

our combined talents would definitely equal one solid handyman jack-of-all-trades trial-by-error kind of human. 

yes. definitely. 

probably.

dear Lord, hopefully.

The delusions of unfinished basement after unfinished basement grandeur were evolving into reality.

Until this house popped up. 

Then we were all like, "haha, remember when we wanted to knock stuff down and rebuild it?! And that one time, we were going to tear, like, physically tear things up, with our hands?! And work, haha, oh man, we were going to work, on the WEEKENDS?!"

"I even wrote it down in my diary...laughed at it later that night!" 

seriously. 

Thank you Jesus for this homey home! 

{We'll be getting the keys in a few weeks, just in time for Thanksgiving and Baby Bean's 1st birthday and Christmas!} 

xoxo

{Bon Bon}