Some people have asked to peek inside our new Chicago home (aka the "most wonderful house in the world") to see how our remodel is going.

It's going great! Just the other day, I finally realized what our detached garage was lined with. It's lined with hundreds of desk tops that were collected from the elementary school that our children attend because the previous owner was the principal for forty plus years. Each desk top has etchings on top and pencil drawings on the inside. I can't wait to hang them up in our family room after they are cleaned. It's better than a piece of art, no?

Guests are greeted with a simple "1906" that hangs above our front door (that's not our address but the year the house was built).

Upon entry from the front door you'll be in the middle of our formal living room. Those two beautiful "farmhouse" windows have no screens and have funny (somewhat complicated) handles that allow you to open them (apparently pesky flies didn't exist in 1906) but the windows let in so much light throughout the day that I don't think I'm going to ever cover them up.

Just right of the formal living room is our dining room - here's a picture of the awesome lighting fixture my sister helped me pick out on Overstock.com for our dinning room, missing one light bulb in pure classy chaos style. The room is painted in the most beautiful Tiffany blue hue and has become the hub of our house. It needs some minor paint touch up before a big reveal.

Around the corner from the dining room are the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. The stairs which almost convinced the husband and I to sleep in separate twin beds after trying to force a king sized mattress up them. Every time I walk the stairs I marvel at the hardwood. Gorgeous!

The moldings and doors are probably my most favorite thing about the house.

Lola's room used to have three layers of vintage wallpaper circa 1958; and,

Feenie's room was missing sharks. We took care of both and the girls are thrilled with their new digs.

The kitchen, master-bedroom and family room still have minor touch-ups that need to be tended to. Slowly but surely it will all come together. But like my sister (who is in Africa today) says, "little by little, the bird builds its nest."