Two weeks ago when we were in Atlanta, we spent a night at one of J’s best friend’s houses. I remember back to when they lived in an apartment and were house-searching, Britney showed me this little monster of a house. It was, to put it nicely, BANANAS. Like, I don’t even know. An Architect designed this house for himself, with all kinds of angles and circles and funny little nuances. Oh, and it was dated, too. But Britney has an eye for these things. She can pick things out and recognize their beauty when many people could not.
They tore down walls, completely gutted the kitchen, and were basically tracking right alongside us with our renovation. But, like I said before, Britney has a gift. She finds all this furniture at some wicked-awesome places for some wicked-awesome prices, and then MAKES THEM ALL WORK. And her house is full of little moments. Meaning: you walk around the whole house and find little places to just stop and look. Pleasant little moments.
It’s a far cry from where they began, and it’s pretty awesome to see this house come together.