When I first saw my new home last Monday, the 13th, having let Andy pick out it on his very own, I realized that after almost 8 years of marriage, my husband really has come to know me rather well. The kitchen, while full of what could be considered wasted space, is truly my space. It was the first room to be unpacked, and is still the spot where you find me the most during the day time. I took a couple of photos, but it only shows you about a quarter of the room. Keep in mind that my breakfast and computer areas are also in the kitchen.
Being such a large room, you would think that if you were a little girl, you wouldn’t be (a) sitting two feet from your mom on the tile floor building a tower of magnets and bolts or (b) marching around (a) saying, “Hup, two three four” repeatedly. Just saying. You would be walking out of the door you’re sitting in front of to roll down the cool hill in the backyard, maybe playing in your room with all of your toys that have been boxed up for a few weeks, or even just chasing the cats around the house, which seems to be a preferred pastime lately. Nope. It’s like (b) is holding guard over (a), who is building some super-secret government project. Apparently, they’re trying to build something before the “boys” do. Are their boys hiding around the house?? This situation is getting more interesting….
More pictures! I have FOUR built-in bookshelves in the hallway (one is further down the hallway). I was hoping to save one for yarn/crochet books, but I spread out everything. If I do some rearranging, I might be able to manage it, but for now, I have a nook in our bedroom closet with shelves, drawers, and baskets.
Living room with boxes still unpacked)
Three of four bookshelves.
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