About Honeymoon Bungalow

I was a single mom of two kids living on my own for the first time since college in a cool 50s/mid-century modern, divorced lady Barbie townhouse.  I was starting from scratch in so many ways, and since the place was tiny I made it my mission to fill it only with things that were beautiful to me and things that made me smile -- and yeah, on a nonexistent budget.  I firmly believe you can "shop" anywhere if you go with what you love, so there were finds from the alley, finds from trash day (people in Oak Park throw away great stuff!), the Brown Elephant, eBay, thrift shops, etc. 

Three years later I'd met my darlingest husband-to-be, and after a few years when we knew marriage was on the agenda, we also knew we'd never fit the four of us in my place.  We found a quirky, 1913 bungalow that had been vacant for five years -- it was in need of some major lovin' -- but it had great high ceilings, huge windows, original moldings and doors, a funky finished basement with a wet bar, a backyard, and lots of room for everyone to spread out.  It also has icky awnings, an ugly duckling kitchen, and Edward Scissorhands bushes in front, but hey...

There are a million projects percolating in my head, and hopefully you'll stick around to check them out.

This is the story of that honeymoon bungalow...

Photo by Studio Finch