Built in 1907, this Little Portugal rowhouse was literally falling apart when I bought it. Like, I saw the sky through my roof one time.
Lots of love, and many gallons of white, grey and black paint have gone into this place since 2008. Floors have been leveled, recessed lighting installed, and the ugliest rooms known to mankind have been toned the heck down with shiplap, subway tile and white marble. Classic Herman Miller pieces mingle with antique market finds, and bold textile patterns camouflage the fur of our animal buddies.
I can’t imagine living anywhere else.