• We bought a house.

    We bought a house.

    If you've followed along with us, you're aware of our love for the outer Cape. When we'd visit, the drive home was spent daydreaming and brainstorming how we could live there, how we could make it happen. 

    With the moons and the stars on our side, it did.

    We bought a little Cape and are busy making this old house a new home: tearing up flooring, ripping out the bathroom, cleaning and painting and getting our hands very, very dirty. It sat empty for quite some time. The roses have grown wild up and along the honey locusts, with catbirds and cardinals nesting amongst the land. It needs work. A lot. We're doing it all ourselves, on a budget, reusing and repurposing what we can. We don't come from money. We grew up with loving families, not wealthy families. This home, these 4 little rooms, will be brought back to life with our sweat, our hard work, and the devotional love in our hearts.

    This home, these cedar shingled walls - we are enamored. 

    Things will temporarily quiet down in the Shop, but stay tuned for new goods inspired by kettle ponds, sandy shores, and the way the sun ebbs from the sky to make room for the moon. 

  • Making an old house a new home.

    Making an old house a new home.

    The big open sky above our little roof, and the first Rose of Sharon to bloom. 

    Septic work begins and ends with a yard full of sand. 

    The layers of sandy Cape Cod soil held treasures: shells, porcelain remnants of long-forgotten teacups, tiny ink bottles. The worms have been unearthed and the catbirds are happy.

    A welcome gift for our avialae friends; the chickadees and cardinals have eaten quite well from this house full of seed, while the catbirds stick to the worms and insects poking from the ground. 

    Who needs cable when this view (see below) is nearby? The satellite dish was one of the first things to go. We're turning in our TV remote for marshy views of the Cape Cod bay.

    Thomas' nemesis: kitchen tile put down in 1964; it is not going without a fight.

    Between tile smashing, we took a dip in Wiley Pond to cool off - both physically and mentally. 

    This is an improvement, trust me. Not shown: the pink sink, toilet and tub that used to reside here, all sitting on a rotted-out floor. Thomas put in a new subfloor along with new insulation for the tub surround. We're keeping the aquamarine tile and vanity not just as an ode to the ocean, but because it's just not in the budget to yank it all out.

    We're determined to make this sea of blue work.

    Next up for the bathroom: new tile floor is put down, clean white bathroom fixtures go in, walls get a fresh coat of paint, and a new window is installed.

    Elsewhere in the house: we'll be hanging new bedroom windows, painting the fireplace and prepping for the wood stove to go in, and the kitchen work begins (if we can ever get rid of the old floor). 

    More to come soon. 

  • A swim in seersucker? Or, Are we dreaming?

    A swim in seersucker? Or, Are we dreaming?

    This past March, while winter held New England in it's cold grasp until the very, very end, Thomas began work on the Weidlinger house. Tucked into the woods of Wellfleet on the National Seashore, it hovers in the branches of the pitch pines overlooking Higgins Pond. It is a relic from the past, an anthology. Inside, the story of the modernist movement on the outer Cape can be seen in the lines and heard in the trees.

    Great minds walked the walls and woods of this place. 

    My project? Curtains for the long sets of windows. Originally a sunny yellow backed with seersucker, they were hung from a trolley system typically found in motor homes and RV's. Miles of stripes were sewn into single panels. The seersucker blue matching the exterior doors and trim, all painted Breuer Blue

    And while all that was happening, we also bought a house. 

    Check back, or join the list to follow the tale. 

Salt/Sea: The Journal

  • 3 days ago
  • 3 days ago
  • 1 week ago
  • 3 weeks ago