Before we get to the antique brass andirons, I need to thank you for all of the words of encouragement yesterday! I think it can be easy to glamourize moving into a new home, but it’s a tough process even if it’s a happy move into a lovely home. Things felt more settled and normal yesterday and I slept like a rock last night. Despite the stacks of boxes waiting to be unpacked, I made biscuits for breakfast, which made the kitchen smell and feel homey. I sat at the table in the room that will be my studio and wrote a blog post. I hung some of my clothes in the closet, did a load of laundry, and went to the grocery store. It was a few steps towards a new normal in this house and that felt good.
Before we go forward into this new house and some of our plans for it, let me take a few steps back in the story.
When we made an offer on this house that was contingent on a few inspections (general home inspection, septic, and pool) and on Jeff receiving and accepting a job offer in the area. We knew this was a possibility because it is very similar to the offer we made on our MN house. It’s a way to get a house lined up without committing to it completely if things didn’t work out. But, it’s risky for the seller and we knew that. In both cases, the MN house and this one, the seller took the chance on us and we moved forward with the house under contract. It took a bit of time to get the contract in place, though.
After a long weekend of waiting, my impatience was getting the better of me (I’m sorry to say.) I was sitting at my parent’s kitchen counter and proclaimed that I needed a day out. “Mom, let’s go hit an antique store as a distraction. I just need to get out!” She was happy to drive and we went to Antique Marketplace of Lemoyne to get out some of my nervous energy. About 15 minutes into the drive, I received a call from our realtor that the offer was accepted.
I sank back into the seat with relief and looked over at my mom with a smile, half feeling foolish for my impatience and half excited. “Well, now I can shop for our new house!” So, the shopping trip became more of a beginning of something exciting and less of a distraction. Of course, there were still contingencies to be met, so I wasn’t going to buy any furniture, but I could pick up a few things with this specific house in mind.
One thing about this house that I am excited about is the wood-burning fireplace. I remember my Opa tending a fire in his fireplace on occasion and, while gas is nice, there is something magical about a real fireplace. I spotted a pair of antique brass andirons, “Ooo! I could get these for the fireplace!” They were a classic cannonball pattern and felt oddly familiar. My mom said they were similar to the antique brass andirons my great-grandmother had. I loved hearing that and it made me interested in them all the more. They were heavy, though, so I took a picture of them in the booth and decided to go back to get them before I checked out if I was still excited about them.
(I think it goes without saying that the mantel isn’t decorated, yet!)
Well, obviously, I was still excited about the antique brass andirons and I went back to buy them. I haven’t cut the tag strings off or cleaned them up, but they were one of the first things put in place in our new home. I had to think a bit about where the plates would go in the kitchen or which linens would go in which closet, but I knew right where to put these.
I paid less than $100 for this pair of antique brass andirons, but you can find them on Facebook Marketplace (at least in my area) for pretty good prices. There is also a great selection on Etsy and I love these pheasant andirons from Frontgate.
Now I’m excited about finding more fireplace accessories. I’ve been on the hunt for a brass fender, a fireplace screen, and a set of fireplace tools. Just like with these antique brass andirons, I know I’ll eventually find some that “speak to me” and feel just right.
Speaking of the fireplace, one of the many things on the to-do list is to contact a chimney sweep to check out the chimney and make sure everything looks good so we can build a fire in there on a cold day. I’m already looking forward to that. Maybe it’ll be a snow day and the boys will be off school. I’ll put some soup on the stove, we’ll watch a movie marathon, and have a fire to stoke in the fireplace.
When my youngest son, Calvin, was expressing some of the same fatigue from moving that I shared in yesterday’s post, I reminded him (and myself) of this – What makes a home feel like home is the memories we create there. It’s remembering the birthday pool party with friends, game night around the kitchen table, eating pizza out on the patio, and movie marathons on snow days. We just need time to make those memories and then, this house won’t feel like just a house. It’ll feel like our home.