The Machine Dreamed In Beige. I Did Not.
It's an old house. I love old houses. Each house I have bought in my has gotten older and cheaper with each purchase. But even with the historic charm and quirks the Tucson house has (milkman delivery door, pull out phone seat in the hallway, mail delivery slot), I have not been able to in the past seven years get used to the basicness of the front window area. I kept a bench there for George too perch on and judge the neighborhood, obviously. But the rest of the space was always a struggle. It felt boring. Image the above with curtains and table flanking the window. It just wasn't a functional space. I knew I wanted a built-in for this wall. And I thought about doing it myself with Ikea bookcases and shelving... But I am now at the age where I would just rather pay someone to make my dream come to life than attempt it with my own hands. Yet, I didn't want to be at the mercy of a carpenter's vision for the space. I very much wanted to articulate what I was thinking. S...
