. . . aka the new/old house.
I’m excited and scared to death all at the same time.
I’m eager and dreading it.
Let me just show you the pictures and maybe they’ll explain how I feel better than I can.
When you first walk in, the living room is on the left.
Our main issue here is space planning. I’m trying to figure out how to get the existing furniture to lay out comfortably.
It’s not working out so far.
Behind the living room is the dungeon master bedroom.
Yes, I’m responsible for this green monster. I think it was about 8 years ago when we did this.
Mom wasn’t sleeping here; it was her workroom. At the time, she loved it. It reminded her of the mountains.
Now, it’ll be her bedroom so it’s time to lighten and brighten.
The bathroom was redone about 4 years ago, just before she moved into the new house.
It’s in need of a little style is all.
Well, except for those peachy tiles that aren’t so peach-y. But they’re just on the ceiling of the tub and they’re still in reasonably good shape. So they’ll stay for a while longer.
Back to the front of the house, to the right is the dining room.
Yep, this was me too. My disclaimer to this is we chose these colors a few days after my dad passed away.
Design Tip – Don’t make decorating choices while in mourning.
It’s a good thing I’m not a chef. Or a cook. Or a baker.
This kitchen is almost the smallest room in the house.
I have no idea how Mom cooked day after day after day for 5 kids and always, always a table full of guests.
But she did. And baked every day too.
Clearly, I wasn’t paying attention.
When we win the lottery or Publisher’s Clearing House delivers balloons to our front door, we’ll expand the kitchen into the back porch.
Now, up the stairs to three bedrooms.
That won’t be just ‘bedrooms’ anymore.
The old store room will be a wonderful meditation room.
Anyone know how to patch plaster walls? (I’ve already Googled it. But now, I’m blog-gling.)
And, of course a senior citizen and her middle-aged daughter need an exercise room.
Especially when the senior citizen teaches 3 stepaerobics classes each week.
(And the daughter is gonna go back to teaching jazz dance this summer. Yay, Me!)
This is a room full of memories. It was my bedroom as a little girl. It’s full of my grandmother’s furniture, my brother’s toybox when he was small, and my ‘real’ father’s nightstand.
The furniture won’t be in this room, though. And, yes, all the pieces will get painted. But I’d like to keep them, not sell them.
The only room smaller than the kitchen is the upstairs bath.
Picture 5 kids getting ready for school each morning in this bathroom.
Luckily, my older brothers and sisters are all two years apart and each one left home every two years.
By the time I hit high school, I had the whole upstairs to myself!
This bedroom has the best light in the whole house. Wonderful southern exposure.
Other than it being cold in the winter and hot in the summer, it’s the perfect studio space.
I peeked into the barn. No one’s been in there for years and years.
Lookie what I found in there!
Only us DIY bloggers can appreciate a stack of old burlap sacks and an ancient crate.
And if you’re a DIY blogger, you’ll know why I saved this for last. The best. The piece de resistance!
My dad’s shop.
If you’ve ever spray-painted outdoors, only to have a bug or leaf or thing-a-ma-jig fall into your wet paint, you’d love a shop.
If you’ve ever had a ton of projects and no space to put them while they’re in their various stages, you’d love a shop.
If you’ve scored wonderful potential roadkill rescues and thrift shop soon-to-be treasures, you’d love a shop.
I had a barn for 8 years and only used it for storage. Silly, silly Girl. It took me losing my barn before I really appreciated it.
So this little shop is going to be fully appreciated!
Do you have a special place for your painting in all its various stages? Where is it?