Things are humming. The hum has been bad but now it's better. JB and I are selling the modest sweet condo in Provincetown we've owned for 20 years and miracle upon miracle, we have just spent our first weekend in the barely furnished very lovely little single family house built in 1910 we unfathomably managed to afford. Am I moving to Provincetown now? No. Is the house an important puzzle piece of the future. Maybe. Probably.
These photos span a few weeks. But in them, at least to me, is a transition happening. These photos do not include the view of the bay one block away, the front porch that will be so cool once we decorate, the space for Jess & Mike and the boys and the almost arrived new baby, and the yard--a tiny yard with a brick walkway probably 50 years old and a trellis 8 inches thick with I'm not sure what--maybe roses. It hangs over the back gate. I love it already.
Enough words. Here's a slice of Provincetown, old and new.
|Would you believe that to many 'buyers' this spiral staircase is a negative?|
Not to JB and me!
The assembly and decoration of an old little house with character has begun. JB and I will rent the house for some weeks this summer, so we have to furnish and supply it in the coming weeks. Translation: go out and shop and don't feel guilty. We're buying comforters and dishes and end tables and floor lamps; some from Homegoods (discount home furnishings), some from the Provincetown Soup Kitchen and Thrift Store; some from the local auction where I nabbed three floor lamps in good condition for $ 5.00.
There is more to say but tonight I will let this slice of life be just that.
Two more things: this house is really fine. And I think my Jessica will love it too.