Many months ago, when I knew we were putting the house on the market, I wrote a house manifesto. One of the things on that list was “elements of whimsy.” I never really intended to start buying things for a house I hadn’t identified, had never seen, or didn’t own, but one day on Instagram I stumbled across these Jonathan Adler salt and pepper shakers and, well, I knew what I had to do.
I had a plan. I would order them, but not open them until they were in the right house. The next house. I didn’t know when that would be, or where, but in my mind’s eye I saw them sitting on the kitchen table – and it made me smile thinking about that.
They’ve sat in their shipping box, unopened, for months. In fact, that box is still sealed and waiting to be packed. They will go into storage with the rest of the things not headed to the apartment and there they will sit until they arrive at the next house. The right house.
There were no plans to look for the next house until the end of the summer. But, last week, my Dad called to tell me there was no need to look at all. The next, right house was already waiting for us, if we wanted it – my grandmother’s house.
There will be more to say about this in the weeks to come, but this is, without a doubt, downright magical. It’s a home that raised three very different boys into three very different men, holds pieces of my own childhood, and I know will create great memories for the kids. There are renovations to come that honor the original design, but the stories will remain and I can’t wait to share the progress in the weeks and months to come.
My Dad thinks MeMe sent me a gift. I think he’s right. But I think she had a little help, too.