A lazy Sunday evening has us ready for bed at the same time as the kids. Inside I know that seven is way too early to tuck in for the night, but I figure tomorrow will bring all the regular running around and I could use the rest. After all, sleep is just one of those indulgences we reserve for Sunday, and after a hectic week, we’ve earned it.
Outside the March winds have wrapped us in a blanket of snow and cold – one of the few times this winter. Hunkered down in blankets, my mind drifts off, thinking of warm spring days in San Diego where Dustin and I walk along the coast picking up shells and flinging them back into the ocean. The kids are somewhere, it’s not entirely clear where, but I have the distinct impression that they are safe and having fun, so I’m not to worry.
I take a deep breath of the fresh sea air and toss my flowing locks to one side when suddenly, in front of our path is a gorgeous beach house, complete with swaying palms, white travertine walkways, and tiki torches. As if to say “welcome” the door lazily swings open. Of course, we can’t help but go inside.
We’re greeted by an open hall with a small office to one side. The two-toned striped walls and contrasting furniture are a nod to the coastal community. Dustin sets down the picnic basket we’ve brought to exchange it for the DSLR camera while I slip off the shoes I’ve been wearing, exposing my beautifully painted toe nails.
Dustin grabs my hand as I gasp at the sight of the dining room. Instantly I know I’m in love with the drum light fixtures and decide that I’m sold on varied dining chairs.
The tour continues, this time into the music room, or so I’d assume with its large grand piano and comfortable sofa.
Directly across we finally come into the living room, with a double-sided fireplace separating the two spaces. The beachy theme has been a constant and I can’t help but feel relaxed enough to take a seat. It never occurs to me that someone might actually live here…and if they did, it’s a given that they’d want me to feel right at home.
Natural fibers and linen fabrics lend themselves to the inviting feel while the dark wood accent pieces add sophistication to the space.
Outside, the smallest tiled details and the use of flagstones and weathered wood keep the mood tranquil. I take a brief moment to plan my next outdoor party, noting that the caterers will serve hor d’oeuvres until dinner is ready, dancing will be on the patio to the left, and I’ll only light the fireplace should temperatures dip below 65, a rarity in the summer.
It suddenly dons on me that not all of my guests will be local, as a few will be flying in for the event, so I head upstairs to view the bedroom accommodations.
Each bedroom has a unique treatment on the walls, so I suppose I won’t bother assigning the rooms to my guests, it’ll simply be first come first serve.
I’ve always liked the idea of a separate family room upstairs but doubt that I’ll be using it as such given all the entertaining we’ll be doing. Dustin quickly draws up plans on the grid paper he keeps in his back pocket of how we’ll be converting this into a second master bedroom, complete with exercise room, massaging shower, and pool.
I nod in approval as we start the decent down the stairs. Somehow my dress train has gotten tangled in between the hooves of the white steed Dustin has been riding and I stumble, tripping over my toy poodle and falling the rest of the way down the stairs.
Dustin doesn’t seem to care. He’s still snoozing away and I realize I’m now staring at the ceiling wondering how it’s only midnight and why I don’t paint my toe nails more often. Outside, winter rages on.