The Yellow Casita
When my husband and I purchased our first home, my family lovingly (or maybe not-so-lovingly) referred to it as The Yellow Casita. If you’re familiar with the Bay Area real estate market over the last few years, you’ll sympathize with us in our endeavor of the “million-dollar-fixer-upper.”
I have nothing against a little yellow house—yellow can be uber-charming in the right context, but I did have something against the electrical wires that were run all along the outside. Our floors were so uneven (what’s 3 inches anyways?) that the classic ‘50s sliding glass closet doors would slowly open themselves from one side of the room to the other. We had pocket doors, popcorn walls, small windows, drab carpet and very little overhead lighting. The combined effect made our ceilings feel about 4 feet tall. The guest bathroom hadn’t been cleaned since 1960. We knew it was far from perfect, but it had potential.
For me, the most important part of a home is if you can see yourself living in and experiencing the space. We could see ourselves in this yellow house (a few projects down the road), and so we rolled up our sleeves.
Stay tuned on The Elevate Edit as I share the many projects—both big and small—we’ve undertaken to turn our yellow casita into our much-loved modern California bungalow.
Photography: Bess Friday Photography
