Monday, September 17, 2012

Master Suite- Before Pictures

Originally our third floor had two small bedrooms and one small bathroom tucked into the eaves of the roof. We decided the space would be better used if we turned it into a master suite. People kept asking us "Are you sure you want to be on the third floor without the kids?" The answer was, Yes! We envisioned a secret hideaway that belonged only to us. No blocks, dolls, crayons or numerous stray drawings floating around. It would be ours, a grown up space, something hotel like and relaxing. So, all the walls and ceiling were removed and the space was gutted. Determined to fit the original pedistool tub from the second floor, we stole some space from a large stair landing to incorporate into the bathroom. These are the photos of the raw space after demolition. Needless to say, the vision of tranquility and four star hotel was miles and miles away! Surprisingly, there were some corners of the room where you could see the great outdoors through the exterior walls, or lack there of.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Behind the Name

Naming this blog proved to be much harder than I had initially anticipated. At an uninspiring day of work (my day job that is) I began to jot down all the words that I associated with my home. Things we have done, emotions I have felt, wishes I have made, words that rhymed, words from a thesaurus...anything I could think of. I kept coming back to one word.... collection. Collection, because to me a collection means you love something so much you can't ever have enough. Collection, because it touches your heart, says who your soul wants to be. Collection, because our house is a collection of old and new, modern and farmhouse. Collection, because of a hodgepodge of hand-me-downs and thrift store finds that we had to make work together. The second word that kept appearing was comfort. Comfort being soft and warm, something familiar and safe. Comfort in a photo of your child, comfort is the down of a blanket or the worn leather in a chair. Comfort of something that was used before. Comfort is something with a soul, something that had a prior life, something that will be used again. So there you have it. The science behind the namesake "Collected Comfort". A collected comfort is true to your heart, no better words to describe my home.

Something I Have Carried With Me

As with any major project, there will be ups and downs and days where you lay in bed and wonder why or how or what next. Through this project I had one quote that ran through my head like the ticker at the bottom of CNN news. It was a quote that touched my heart, that spoke to me, and to this day believe that it was written just for me. I decided to have it painted on a wood canvas by an artist named Michelle from the Etsy store WallBling. This quote is the story of this house. From the way I stalked the house when it was for sale, walking by with my stroller at night and dreaming of the inside, pretending I was a different buyer when I called the realtor to check its status, to every wall that we tore out and rebuilt and now the love that my children feel in this house. This is our story, written beautiful by the author Joan Didon. "A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it , loves it so radically , that he remakes it in his own image." ----Joan Didion