One of the first things that attracted me to our New Old House was the light.  This should come as a surprise to no one, as light is kind of the obsession of my life.  In my professional life I am always chasing the softest, most flattering light. In my everyday life I have a few set rules: no overhead lighting unless completely necessary (hello kitchen and bathroom).  Also, lamps.  Lots of them.  Creating ambiance with light is essential for me.  When I toured the New Old House there were no lights on, yet the space was filled with light.  I was hooked.  Now I’m realizing the light in here is really kind of magic as evidenced by these photos taken this morning.

Henry and cousin lounging on a couch with a cover removed because of a stain and in a living room with a floor littered with Legos.  This is real life, people.  Real.  Life.

Light dancing across an unmade bed.

No caption necessary, is there?

No other placed I’d rather sleep.

For me, it really is all about the light.  I’m so glad we found a place full of the good stuff.