Three months before my twenty-fifth birthday I moved out of my parents house and across the pasture into my grandparent's 1972 home. For the two months prior to that I spent my time designing and renovating the house that my mother moved into when she was fourteen, my grandparents grew old together in, and had housed three renters since their passing. It was time to preserve my families cherished memories, removed the wear and tear of renters and update from the '70s.
Here is my journey and love/hate relationship with 1972 and the house that I now call my home.
Kitchen Living Room
Guest Bedroom Office