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WarLock Manor in Winter

I got two early Christmas gifts this morning!

WarLock Manor in Winter

Our first snow at WarLock Manor! Having now seen our little Tudor cottage dressed up in white, I’m convinced that a tiny, sparkly, light-up model (like this) would be the cutest holiday decoration ever. Time to get crafting!

Second, a romp in the snow with Pearl. Snow in Seattle is so rare (and usually so pathetic) that I thought of taking her to the mountains to be sure her first Winter was something special. So when I woke up this morning and saw our neighborhood blanketed with a respectable inch, I rousted Adam out of bed, bundled us up, and out we went. Absolute animal joy, just as I’d imagined. I’d love to share pictures, but a gleeful white puppy on white snow before sunrise is just a blur!

Fingers crossed that it lasts through the weekend- we have gallivanting to do. But even if it all turns to slush, it was the perfect morning for a girl in need of a bit of holiday magic.

Happy weekend, all!



Our Brick Tudor

These photos are of our house just as we first saw it- beiged and staged. I wish I could simulate how we first saw it.

By the time we found our Tudor, we had been searching for seven months. We’d seen dozens of houses. There were many tours that ended just inside the front door, or with a heavy sigh. There were false starts, false hopes, and two losses that had stung badly.

We’d just finished walking through a house nearby. It was well-priced, contractor/Dad-approved, and the only thing wrong with it was that it didn’t feel right. I was starting to wonder if we should stop looking for the house and simply find a house. But then our realtor suggested we stop by an open house down the street, a Tudor that was just outside our search criteria. There it was- the house.

Of course, it’s not like they just handed us the keys. It was laughably disastrous. It took four (or so?) offers, two months of negotiation, and one shiny new sewer line. And even when we finally got the keys, we couldn’t get the damn front door unlocked. Classic us.

Here’s the house that we fought so hard for.

Do you see what we saw?