Cheryl invited me for lunch yesterday. Back door guests are best.
Lunch at the island that was created by marrying an Ikea base with two throw away pieces of furniture.
Yes, a replica of the lamp from A Christmas Story. Do your kids have the movie lines memorized? Mine do.
The view as I looked out the kitchen window into the yard.
Ed is a master carpenter. He made the sled. If you read Abigale’s Ashes, you will see the mock baby grand piano he made – Cheryl calls it The Schreadley.
Starting from the top and working my way down. I do not have any before’s of the upstairs. Cheryl and Ed created one large master bedroom by taking down the wall between two smaller bedrooms. It is like being in a Paris apartment.
This table/desk is gorgeous. It is an old drafting table
The bedroom furniture is Cheryl’s original set from the 1970’s updated with a little bit of paint and a lot of hard work.
Remember this lamp – you will see it again.
The TV stand is made from salvaged corbels. Look close, Ed needs to put them the way Cheryl wants them – they need to be flipped up – but that can wait until after Christmas.
Ed built two closets and a window seat. And Ed also hung the wallpaper.
I didn’t take a picture of the closet to the right of the window seat.
The headboard is as fabulous as any that can be found in a Pinterest image. It is a fireplace surround. (Antique frame salvaged from the Innovasion workshop.)
Time to head downstairs. I shot these pics quickly while Cheryl was getting lunch ready. The home that Cheryl lives in was built in the 1800’s. It is an old salt box, that may be about 1,500 s.f. It was old and tired and worn when Cheryl and Ed decided that they wanted to live in it. They spent a couple of months spitting and shining, and like magic…..
Don’t you love the antique stove?
Cheryl wanted me to move Zeb’s crate out of the way, but that is part of living in a home – this is reality blogging, not a magazine shoot.
Zeb – and the floors are amazing!
The cabinets were an ugly oak stain….they don’t look too horrible in this before pic.
I don’t have a pic of the base cabinets, but they are now painted white, and just the frame was left on the top cabinet doors, and glass was inserted. Here is the island again.
The cabinets on the right were taken out and replaced by an antique cupboard that was given to Cheryl as a gift from her sister Lisa.
And because Ed is a master carpenter, and one day I said to Cheryl – Ed could make that couldn’t he? And he did. For more fabulous Innovasion inventory, you can read This Is Not the Paris Fleamarket.
A replica of an antique cabinet made by Ed and finished by Cheryl
Oh – and here is The Schreadly that we took to the festival with us – we did the set design for The Music Stage.
They made such a mess
So…back to Cheryl’s – moving into the dining room that Cheryl made the family room.
I didn’t get an after of the full wall – but the window now has shutters on it. Check out the TV stand and the vintage suitcases as a stand for Santa.
Cheryl’s treasures are on this treasured dry sink. Pictures of children and grandchildren. I didn’t take a close up of Ed’s picture of Santa – but the one of Cheryl looks like the set of a movie.
There’s Zeb again. Gracie lets him take center stage.
Moving from the family room into the living/dining room.
One long empty wall is now decorated for Christmas.
One long empty wall
Remember the lamp I said to pay attention to that was in the bedroom? Here it is on move-in day. And notice the tray – that is in the family room on the treasured dry sink.
Let’s take a look at transformation.
I don’t have a long shot of the after – but close up’s of what takes up this space.
Oh! Look – I found the pair of art deco lamps I gave Cheryl one year for Christmas.
This fabulous Victorian planter is on the other side of the room. I ran back to get a pic of it.
After dessert and a little more chatter – it was time to leave.
What we didn’t know when Cheryl and Ed moved into this cute little house was that it is a perfect model for taking a house and making it a Bluefield Home – even including the front door.