I always wanted a "summer house". A simple house with a screen door that slams with a smack as you go in and out. The kind where life is casual, slow and relaxing. Where you can hang out at the water in your bathing suit all day long, snack on watermelon all afternoon and throw supper on the grill at night. Where you sit outside while the sun sets, watching the water glisten pink as the sun goes down.
Growing up on Long Island, my girlhood "summer house" was out east, at the beach. But as an adult, living in Georgia, my summer house is at Lake Oconee.
sunset view from the porch
the great room
my flea finds... the hand painted fish benches and dresser
the kitchen
all the beadboard and trim was stained dark, slooowly, 4 coats later, we've been painting it all white
we changed out the sink, added beadboard and wallpaper
back door to lake
we added the pergo floor, another DIY
we added the pergo floor, another DIY
love this paint color!
beds for 4
also a gut and redo
I don't think there's an inch we haven't touched with paint or elbow grease over the past 12 summers. Whoever originally painted that deck railing white, I'd like to have a word with them... yes it looks quaint and crisp, but the upkeep you can keep!
back to laboring... :-)
