In the interest of transparency and…interest, I knew I’d have to share these at some point. I figure since I’m pretty well at the height of disorder (I hope), that today would be the day.
Ever since I moved into this house, we’ve been renovating it. It was built in 1977, the same year as my husband, hereby referred to as Mr. Dreamy. It’s not big and it’s not small. It is by no means architecturally interesting, but it holds a certain charm for me. Maybe because when I first came over, I hadn’t even started dating Mr. Dreamy officially, and he ushered me into this squeaky clean painfully decorated bachelor pad. We watched a movie on his 80′s furniture and I made him dinner in his hideous kitchen. We had our first kiss in the living room. Clearly, I have some great memories here
Since then we’ve been painting, replacing the flooring, re-modeling the bathroom (pics soon!), replacing windows…he’s even crawled into the attic to replace all the insulation. This house has been in a constant state of chaos since I moved in. Soon we’re having the kitchen re-done with new cabinets, countertops, paint, flooring and backsplash. After that it’s mouldings, the guestroom, a few tweeks and we’re done! Until that time, it’s painful. My dresses are everywhere, there are mannequins and dressforms that sometimes cause people to yelp because they’re mistaken for people, the kitchen table is in the living room…well, here are some pictures to give you a better idea. If your house is even a little more orderly than this, you have my permission to use these pictures to make yourself feel better about your life. For now
My current home office: the kitchen table which has now found a home in the living room. Note the dresses and skirts resting comfortably on the couch and bench, and hanging on the bookshelf. Also note the duvet airing out on the chairs by the window in the first picture, because little Miss Stella (last picture) decided to pee on it the other night just before bed. Aww
Here’s the kitchen, clearly in desperate need of a make-under. The house was a rental before Mr. Dreamy bought it, and the previous tennants obviously thought the orange and brown A&W style decor was tres chic. I however, do not think of it as chic, but more as a large needle that pokes me in the eye every time I walk in the front door. Yes, sadly, this is the view on entry. I’m currently using the open space to take some dress pitures with my mannequin. She will be displaced shortly when the wall sanding begins. Last picture: Stella can always be found under something, chewing something. This is her toy, so she didn’t get yelled at for this.