Cabin on a Hill
It's always fun to peek around someone else's home, right?
After Joey and Em moved out a couple weeks ago, I knew for sure that they (Em) would immediately set up their new house to be all cozy and inviting. But going inside was even better than I could have imagined. They live only a mile or so away so we walked over.
They painted the living room walls this pretty soft mauve and every little detail is just perfect. It is part desert sunrise, part Stevie Nicks, part forest hideaway.
Lucy hadn't seen Em in almost two days, gasp! They were overjoyed to be reunited and started dancing immediately.
She tested out their new thrifted chair: yep, pretty comfy!
And admired the peep-through shelving leading into the bedroom (before the cats knocked the books down for the thousandth time.)
the house is a little old cabin for the lumber mill workers up in camino from years and years ago. It matches several others in the neighborhood; they were all carefully transported downtown in the sixties when the highway was put in. so i call it a miner's cabin but really it is a lumberjack cabin, either way, dreamy.
woodstove heat only.
books and records everywhere. owl, pinecone, photographs, wood.
tiny treasures on display.
joey is proud of his avocado green stove. as a baker and cook, he was really excited to get his own kitchen.
he made his own sourdough start and has made several tasty loaves already. here's a fresh one a-risin.
I plan to walk over there a few times a week. There are two giant hills that are really good exercise when you are pushing a stroller with a large babe and a bunch of gear. And it is just too fun to be around our besties.
Oh did I mention that our cats are grieving for each other? My Billy Bobey is lonely all day because now his only playmate is shy introverted little Daphne. Joey and Em's cats were Billy's best friends and daily playmates and they all yowled and cried for a few days during this transition. Side note: we took Bobe over there in a duffel bag to visit. That might have brought closure and shown him where his friends went, but he wasn't too stoked about traveling. One day we'll get all these loves under one roof again.
Okay and coolest thing ever about the cabin on a hill? It is right next door to the oldest cemetery in town. 1850 folks. We're talking goldminer ghosts roaming these oaks.
I like to think the good Dr. Cohen, who died in 1851 just a couple years after the goldrush started, was a lot like this other badass sawbone.
Protecting from spooks.
A babe with a bone. Just kidding, it's a stick. Does that make you feel better? ;)
(no sticks or babies were harmed in the making of this blog post)
Thanks for coming over to Joey and Emily's house with me. By the way, I usually just call it "Em's" for some reason. Why is a house always the woman's?