Before we ever toured their home, Amy shared their story with me. About ditching her past career to follow her passion for all things vintage and starting The Horseshoe Market (I got goosies). And about becoming pregnant with twins while mothering a barely 7 month old (I was floored). There was a warmth and friendliness in both of them that drew me in. These are “my people” I thought.
Then there was their house. A charming turn-of-the-century white farmhouse with character to spare. Inside color and texture exploded yet was grounded by the barely blue walls and creamy white trim.
What could possibly be the problem? Turns out, there were two.
In the main existing living area, there was a non-working fireplace which they wanted to repair and “make pretty” and a dining room that felt cluttered by an assortment of furniture they had acquired over the years.