One week from today we will hand over the keys on our 1929 Bungalow. As excited about moving back to Texas as I am I get a bit sad thinking about it.

I have had several emails and comments asking if I was planning on writing a blog on the new home we are building...and today I am please to say YES! Our new web address is over at Our Charmed Life and I have already started blogging.

It will be about 2 more weeks before we are in Dallas so until then I'll be working more on the design of the blog more than anything...but I will be posting floor plans and a couple of photos in the meantime.

When we purchased this house two years ago we loved the main floor. Spanish plaster walls, hard wood floors and built-ins with original stain glass windows made the home a real treasure. However, upon entering the stairwell to go to the second floor you went from 1929 beauty to 1983 tacky. It was always our intention to completely gut the upstairs but when we realized that we were going to have to sell the house without renovating we had to come up with something to make the house feel like a bungalow upstairs as well as down.

This week I will be attempting to finish up the blog entries on our "completed" 1929 Bungalow. We know it isn't really completed as we never did get around to removing the aluminum siding but hey...we have to leave something for the new owners to do!

Last week L, R and I took a trip to DFW to hunt for a new house. After seeing lots of homes we might like, we crunched some figures and have decided to build a home we will definitely LOVE! That's good news for our loyal readers as it means as soon as I wrap up the entries on this blog I can start a new one on the trials and tribulations of new construction.

It's official. In less than two weeks our house went from listed to offer accepted to sold. The buyers came by yesterday and signed off on the inspection report and today we got a new sign in the front yard with a four-letter word on it.

One of the things I wasn't crazy about when we bought this house was the GIANT 1950's metal sink unit in the kitchen. As a matter of fact, on the walk through of the house I told L & our realtor that it would be the first thing to go. As finances wouldn't allow for the kitchen remodel to be the first thing I did when we moved in, I didn't really have the option to rip out the sink.

After living with it for two weeks I fell in love with it. I knew it didn't really fit in the kitchen but we decided that when we built the wetbar in the basement we would move it downstairs. I could then "update" the kitchen to 1929.