More Than A Punctuation
When you add an apostrophe to a word it stands for attaining something. Gaining possession. Owning it. A perfect term for claiming a space and finding potential in both the old and the new.
We bought our 1940’s bungalow in a small transitioning neighborhood of Charlotte, NC. Ever since that moment, my inspiration for authentic originals and breathing life into the broken was sparked. Now, I’m not talking antiques here (though I am fond of them). I’m talking about feeling. That feeling that you get when you walk into a room. When you touch the cold metal or feel the creaky floors beneath your feet. To me, it’s all about feeling.
You see we live on the side of town where most don’t see the potential. But to us, it was the perfect place to call home. Besides being within our budget it had charm and character with undeniable authentic craftsmanship. And there was this thing we got the first time we saw it. You know… that thing being, feeling.
The first time we stepped through the doors that cold November night we just knew it was perfect. Original hardwood flooring with all the cracks and crevasses, large baseboards that bowed ever so slightly, ten foot ceilings and lots of large windows. Let me tell you, this was not a ‘fixer upper’ by any means but the place needed a pulse.
For one, I wanted to bring it back to its former glory days and not modernize it. Having an updated electrical panel and correct plumbing throughout was about as modern as I wanted to make it. The previous owners had done a great job but added those modern touches that I didn’t see fit. I wanted to fill this place with a light and bright color palette. Furniture and décor from its era and of course, unique and hand crafted tokens to make this place ours. Thankfully, the love of my life Tim trusts my judgment (most of the time) and let me really explore the design and details for our home. We had a blast.
So, your probably wondering how I did it? I’ll have you know that the only ‘new items’ in our home are the bed, couch and area rugs. For those that don’t know me I am a super germaphoebe so I had to buy those items new. As for everything else… I scoured Craigslist, yard sales, junkyards, conveniently walked the dog on trash day and found all the right pieces that I needed in order to salvage and fit the space. All the weird smells, chipping paint, sawdust, and dings to the pick up truck were all worth it! Though, Tim might tell you otherwise.
Today, we have a cute little bungalow that mirrors the original beauty that once was here. A place we can share with family and friends – all of whom love what we’ve done to the place. It’s still a work in progress in my eyes but being a homeowner at 26 and knowing the hard work that goes into making it your own has lit a fire in me to create, design and touch others with my passion.
Apostrophe may be a blog, home boutique, and shop but to me, it’s much more than that. One day I’d love to roll up my sleeves and work along side contractors and make selections for renovations in the forgotten homes. Restoring their glory and their pulse. Help others find potential in their space and most importantly, help make all houses homes. It’s about making a mark. Let Apostrophe help make yours.