Throughout the house, she’d used dark wood flooring. To complement the deep rich tones, she’d used a variety of white tone on tone, from vanilla to creamy magnolia.
To complement the front entrance, she’d inlaid the front bay window with a picture of a magnolia, cut into sections, using intricate pieces of glass covering both the middle and side sections, which in turn was framed with frosted glass in the center for privacy.
The lamps white ceramic bases were topped with stained glass covers she’d made herself. Sectioned off in quarters, the center contained a butterfly, another an iris, another dogwoods and the final section, a woman wearing a big floppy hat.
The kitchen was modern, with deep cherry wood cabinets, and here too, she’d added her own personal touch. Each cabinet door contained inset opaque glass using the same solid cream butterflies, irises, and dogwoods she’d used in the lampshades, although she’d omitted the picture of the woman.
She’d added single pane French doors off the dining room to enable a clear unobstructed view of the lush lawns and beautiful gardens she’d created in her back yard.
More of the same single pane French doors at the top end of the living room opened to a barbecue pit where she could enjoy the evening, unobserved from the street as it was flanked by the garage.
Her upstairs, private bath contained several hanging spider plants, while ferns adorned one end of the sunken tub. She’d created a spa atmosphere, but warmer, more welcoming, with special containers for candles, lush velour white towels, and soft blue accents. The window was covered with plantation shutters for added privacy.
More of her grandmother’s cherry wood antiques graced the room in the shape of a four poster bed, and seat. Along with modern end tables and reading lamps, a cream, pink, lavender and soft green comforter added that relaxed atmosphere she’d been looking for, without being overly feminine.
Another joy, were the French doors leading to her own private balcony overlooking her garden, and one she enjoyed nightly, weather permitting.
She loved her home, and delighted in what she’d managed to accomplish with lots of hard work, and elbow grease. Every nook, every cranny, bespoke thought, warmth, comfort and welcome, but most of all, it was home.
Cassandra owned a beautiful little store…not a boutique exactly, but a modern little shop that catered to babies, youngsters, pregnant mothers, and teenagers up to size 16. She had moved the store a year and a half ago to its new location and she couldn’t complain about the results.
Although the overhead was more, her sales had increased as well due to the visibility factor. She had an assistant that she called in from time to time, and this was going to be one of those occasions.
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