Sorry for the flood of photos but there's a lot to look at in this house. I am NOT moving again. I would love to sell this place someday and move to OH to be closer to the kids, but after unpacking literally EVERYTHING I've had in storage over the years, I am in no hurry to do it again any time soon. In fact, I didn't even decorate for Halloween cause I just can't face going through all the totes.
So without further adieu, here is the downstairs.
Which now contains a crap ton of stuff. My old bureau has been pressed into service to hold my fabric, paper and altered art supplies. Every drawer is full.
Looking out of the door.
The left side is stuffed full of craft supplies. The right is stuff with all the decoration bins for Halloween/fall and Christmas.
Craft books, and the cabinet has all my coloured pencils, markers, crayons, etc. The colouring books yet to do are the sideways ones
My dad built the smaller bookshelf. It was nice to finally unpack my books and record albums!
Craftroom a/k/a 'The room formerly known as Dining'. My dad also built that hutch cabinet and probably did the knotty pine. Perfect for bottle collection, marbles and my Harry Potter stuff.
Isn't that chandelier the bomb? I always wanted one to replace the old one.
Looking into the kitchen
The wall of doors. Just off the left is that door to an outside porch. Door to the hallway, one to the cellar and to the livingroom. The cellar is creepy. No one likes going down there. It's extremely tiny.
Hard to see but the window has a ton of window crystals and since this pic was taken, I've added a lot of bottles on the sill.
Livingroom which is now painted a light blue grey. It used to be yellow. I. Hate. Yellow.
Kitchen The wallpaper in this room is peeling off the walls. We aren't in a position to deal with this room right now so I did my best with adhesive spray and positioning stuff over the seams that are lifting.
Looking at the porch
Porch. A good friend of my dad's carved this sign for him when my dad bought a beach house in the 60s. I repainted it in the 80s and it was in the coop. Now it's the first thing you see when you come in the door.
Hallway. That painting of this house was done in the early 90s.
Almost all the windows had these frilly curtains which I never liked. This is the only window that I left them in because I think they work with the decorations and the view of the outside porch.
Outside Porch. Nice to set a'spell on a cool, breezy afternoon. Unfortunately we didn't get too many of those.
There's a lot to look at and explore at your house. A guest would have to stay for weeks to see it all. Neat. Love all the fridge magnets - it's holding the fridge together! Enjoy your home sweet home...deep breath and sit on the lovely front porch.ReplyDelete
Thanks Joanne! The mosquitoes have driven us inside every time we tried sitting out there!Delete
I'm in love with your porch! And that view out the window. Amazing! I'm happy for you, Joanne. As I said in the post, I'm so glad you're making your childhood home all yours. Making it your home where you can settle in and feel good.ReplyDelete
Thanks Elsie!!! It finally feels like I can call it 'my house' cause for so long it's been 'my parents' or 'my mom's'.Delete