We celebrated our twenty fifth anniversary in our little cottage this month. What began as our "starter house" turned into our forever home as the years passed and the memories piled up.
We grew too attached to leave, and though we outgrew this humble little house many years ago, here we stay. It is our home...our favorite place...our refuge from the storm.
I went house shopping years ago. I looked at larger and newer homes. I looked for several days. In the end, I liked my little house the best.
Over the course of those twenty five years, we have made many improvements...wood floors, new kitchen and baths, new windows. We have replaced everything at least once...many twice....some even three times. We have stretched every closet to it's limit, and watched neighbors come and go. The memories of family no longer with us linger within it's walls. We are home.
Our front door got a new color to celebrate the big day. This door has been deep blue (when we moved in), black, Windsor green, red, mustard yellow...and now...back to black...Mopboard Board Black by Benjamin Moore to be exact. Our most recent roof is black...the shutters are black...the house is white...I like it.
Yesterday, I filled a basket with cotton and hung it on the door.
Every January I buy a few bunches of cotton when we go to Thomasville, Georgia for the day. I have displayed it in crocks and bowls, but always had it in the back of my mind to fill a basket for the door...a Southern welcome.
Something different to kick off many more years in our little cottage.
Enjoy the day,
Robyn
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