So lots of "want photos!" come my way regarding the house. And I ran about taking photos here and there and then there was the usual hysteria on the couch where I tried to figure out how to put all of these in a post that wouldn't be a complete disaster and then it came to me. Like the Virgin Mary, speaking words of wisdom... only it was Bill Bryson. Or maybe not, because I haven't actually read the book yet, it being brand spanking new and I not having money for random books of bliss...
I seem to be wandering. Where was I?
Oh, yes. We are going to do a home tour. Room by room. Or maybe more than one room on some occasions. Screw it, folks, we'll do as many damn rooms per post as I freakin' feel like, okay?
So without further ado: the entry way.
Going in through this door, which is RIGHT ON THE STREET, because front yards happen to other people not living in this town, you enter my vestibule.
Anyway, the door on the left leads to the parlor. Which we just found out will be stocked with a large dining set that we are getting for free from the inlaws. In fact, all the furniture we had "bought" is now "free" and we aren't paying a dime apart from the cost of getting it from there to here. Seems that attempts to sell it for a small fortune were undone by a Danish public obsessed with Arne Jacobsen egg chairs, who are all noses up at heavy wooden country-style furniture. I WIN, Denmark!
The door "straight ahead" is to the kitchen. Just to the right of that door, hidden by the staircase, is another small door to a tiny bathroom. Not a half-bath, but one fully equipped with shower. And hidden closet to utilities. Oh, and a blocked up doorway to the world's smallest courtyard. All ahead on "My Home"!!
You decide to approach the tiger saying "nice kitty kitty," wishing you had a steak in your pocket. Turn to page 83.
You decide to claw at the door and cry like a baby. Turn to page 15.
You decide that the tiger is a figment of your imagination and stride boldly towards the next door. Turn to page 106.
I sucked at "Choose your own adventure" books. I just thought you should know.
So welcome to my home. Toss your jacket over the rail and kick off your shoes. I'll bring you a gin and tonic and we'll wander into the next room...