Front Porch

Creeeeek. We’ve all heard it, the perfectly imperfect house sound that cannot be fixed despite our best efforts. We hear it most loudly our first nights in a new home, but over time, the noise becomes an audible welcome home. 

Traditional porch Midwest

Traditional porch Midwest

For me, the culprit of this misdemeanor is our lovely front porch, the third step to be precise. 

An afternoon sip what could be better than a fresh Iced Tea

An afternoon sip what could be better than a fresh Iced Tea

Brookfield Michigan B & B

Brookfield Michigan B & B

Navy and White always a classic. Indoor Outdoor Rug design

Navy and White always a classic. Indoor Outdoor Rug design

Upon a glance, the white-washed porch might almost seem idyllic. After all, the front porch is the face of a happy American household where once can imagine growing old on. (To reference the overused, and valid cliché of the elderly couples drinking sweet tea in rocking chairs.)

However, these steps like any face well studied, has a few imperfections. For one, the paint is slowly beginning to peel off the edges, creating some wrinkles here and there, which, if according to plan, will be remedied in the autumn. But for now, these steps remain untouched until the last summer firefly can be spotted.

Welcoming a Rainy Day

Welcoming a Rainy Day

White Washed and Sun Bleached

White Washed and Sun Bleached

Smitten Kitchen : Always cooking up something terrific

Smitten Kitchen : Always cooking up something terrific

Sundays

Sundays

At first, like any house sound, this creek on the third step haunted me. It didn't matter how I was walking, treading heavily or lightly, the sound would mock me. The porch didn’t care if I had a bad day and had groceries in hand, the same bothersome noise would consistently emit rain or shine

A Restful Retreat 

A Restful Retreat 

Yes, if you’re wondering I did call whoever you call to remedy these problems and each time it became “fixed” the exact noise would remain—after attempting to solve the problem myself, naturally. 

So, like it or not, I had to deal with the “creeeeeek” each time I came to and from the house. 

Bunny Williams designs with Century Furniture

Bunny Williams designs with Century Furniture

Over the seasons, I became used to the noise. The porch no longer irked me with its obnoxious sound. You might even say I was immune to it.

Magnificent Lighting

Magnificent Lighting

Mason Jars & Jute, a great DIY project

Mason Jars & Jute, a great DIY project

Yet, the fact remains that several school plays, honor roll ceremonies, and graduations later, I began to enjoy its welcome home.   

A beautiful wrap around in CAD

A beautiful wrap around in CAD

The Chanticleer Nantucket

The Chanticleer Nantucket

Today, you can find me with a smile on my face on the front porch any given day of the week. I hope you find yourself just as lucky as I when coming across a house sound—

You’ll never know how blessed you are to uncover your house’s “welcome home.” 

 

 

 

Summer Sand

The moment finally arrived. Yes, my feet have officially found their home in the sand. 

 Summer collections  

 Summer collections

 

Sportsmanship 

Sportsmanship 

After weeks of college graduation celebrations, in between working, and general home maintenance, I get this moment on the sand.

Not often seen... The backside of my Dream Home from Somethings Gotta Give with Jack Nicholson & Dianne Keaton.

Not often seen... The backside of my Dream Home from Somethings Gotta Give with Jack Nicholson & Dianne Keaton.

Batik Beach Blankets, selected areas of the cloth are blocked out by brushing or drawing hot wax over them, and the cloth is then dyed. History, Craft, Artistry and a seasonal favorite.

Batik Beach Blankets, selected areas of the cloth are blocked out by brushing or drawing hot wax over them, and the cloth is then dyed. History, Craft, Artistry and a seasonal favorite.

Hearing the clacking of sails hitting the masts of beached sunfish and hobiecats create the perfectly timed melody of the lake-shore. In between lifeguard whistles, and soda cans popping, I can see seagulls become master divers once they plunge under the surface to get their lunch. And here I stand. 

Clink, Clank, clang   

Clink, Clank, clang 

 

Kinfolk magazine and sand; recycled & re-purposed

Kinfolk magazine and sand; recycled & re-purposed

Lighting the night, The openings were hand carved one by one, in a meticulous manner. When lit, the effect is magical, dramatic and special. Perfect for a night on the sand & available in my own the look tab.

Lighting the night, The openings were hand carved one by one, in a meticulous manner. When lit, the effect is magical, dramatic and special. Perfect for a night on the sand & available in my own the look tab.

Beach Bungalow 

Beach Bungalow 

Witnessing the beach routine for some time now, I too find my place in the melody. Every hour or so I turn over on my sun-bleached blanket, creating the sound of grinding sand and add my own percussion— I exhale in addition to the tune of flipping the pages of a magazine page. 

The art of sandcastles....Indoors! 

The art of sandcastles....Indoors! 

Here, on the white sand beach of Lake Michigan, the season welcomes me to join in on the fun. And I hope your summer is just as inviting. 

Collecting Color  

Collecting Color

 

Enjoy the season 

Enjoy the season 

Cheers to finding the melody.