This blogging is probably late in coming. Our home search should have been a reality show. We literally looked at about seventy in the span of a year. We changed our minds several times about what our "non-negotiables" were. When our kid was born, we changed our minds again.
This house, I had to beg a little to get Huzzband to actually commit to buying it. On a side note, Huzzband is a master negotiator, and doesn't feel good about the situation unless he get's a good deal. And by "deal", I mean "steal".
But it's bought. We own it. And now we're going to remodel it. Together. Without killing each other. I promise.
The name of this blog is two-fold. Most have heard the phrase, "champagne taste on a beer budget." That's us, sure. We're young professionals. We just had our first kid, who is both not cloth-diapered and not fed-from-the-boob. We want to have more. I like expensive clothes. Huzzband is built like a former Olympic swimmer (I know, lucky me!) so his clothes cost more just so they'll fit. So yes, I'm having to make this house a home while being frugal and and wanting to live in the manner by which my parents accustomed me to. So, I'll document that. I'm sure they'll be a LOT of epic Pinterest fails. I'm sure they'll be followed by me going out to just buy the non DIY version.
But, our home is going to highlight who we are as people, as a family, as a history, and a future. Which leads me to this: Huzzband and I come from two totally different worlds. He's a city boy that probably should have stopped dating me after I brought him home for the first time (more later on what my Granny made him do!). I'm farm-raised and corn-fed (not really, my mother rarely fed us corn) with multiple cowboy boots in my closet. However, I'm more champagne, and he's more beer.
I need to cultivate luxury, even on the cheap. He's probably happy with hand-me-down lawn chairs and tacky tiki-torches. Y'all, let's be real, there's no probably about this. These things reside in our current backyard. The backyard he bought without my opinion and I moved into when we got married.
This house, and what goes into it, is going to have to satisfy him, satisfy me, and not send either of us crying when Kid spills Mountain Dew (like I'd give him Mountain Dew! Stop judging). It's going to have to nod to exotic lands ('cause we love to travel, and I think I'm secretly adopted from Morocco), invaluable antiques ('cause Huzzband's family doesn't throw anything away), and the great outdoors ('cause I wasn't adopted and grew up showing goats at the county fair). Every single stitch of crap going through the doors is going to be hand-chosen with love, purpose, and budget in mind. Hang on to your butts, ya'll!
So this is our story, of how the Beverly Hillbilly married the Country Club Squire, had a kid, bought their first together house and then made it a home, without killing each other. I promise.
Here we are! Our first "official" family portrait the day of Kid's baby dedication. I know this is how the future looks, none of looking the camera at the same time.
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