Tag: Milton

For one new Atlantan, lockdown in a high-rise was too much. Another longtime Midtown resident said, "To hell with it, let's get an RV."

Anytime weather permits, the steel doors are open at Rachel Milling’s Milton house. Inside and outside are fluid here, with the resort-like pool, porch, living room, kitchen, and breakfast room all flowing together.

Jasmine Stewart, who at 12 years old won Fox’s MasterChef Junior, somehow finds time to make dinner at home on occasion—when she’s not cooking at a charity event, filming her Jasmine’s Delightful Desserts video series, or juggling school, cheerleading, and Model U.N.

Last year, chef Todd Hogan (Branchwater, Branch & Barrel) shared his plans to open an upscale steakhouse called the Republic in Alpharetta’s Liberty Hall. It will become Prairie American Kitchen & Hearth, while his restaurant, Indigo, will change concepts to become Duke’s Roadhouse.

Factors contributing to this Milton master bedroom: the wife loves purple, the husband didn’t want the bedroom to be too feminine, the designer likes modern, and the house had ’90s-era high ceilings.

When Scott Mall and his then wife noticed that the house at 1965 Drummond Pond Road in Milton was for sale, they jumped on it immediately. This Nantucket-style house had everything they wanted, including a large lakefront lot.

When you’re creating your forever home, why not reach for the stars? This Milton family took that advice quite literally, checking off every item on their bucket list—down to a plush home theater with lights that twinkle overhead like the night sky.

Gone are the dark and dreary basements of 1970s sitcoms. Today’s terrace levels are no longer afterthoughts full of used furniture.

The CEO of Atlanta’s oldest home-building company built his ultimate dream house in Milton. Now that he and his wife are downsizing empty nesters, that home can be yours—for $6,750,000.

Even as the accents fade and the roots thin, the high school gridiron remains the gathering spot of choice for successive generations. Those giant rectangles with the homey stands just might be the last critical mass repositories of our next-door neighbors’ win-lose histories, dreams, and failures.