My House

I love my house so much that my family says "my house" in hushed, sacred tones when I start talking about it.  I loved the kitchen and I think that's what sold me on it. That and the fact that the neighborhood was so quiet, with few houses. I loved the three-foot by five-foot windows. There was so much light! There's even a Dutch door in the kitchen. I was used to living in a condominium that felt like a cave; it got so little light. For an old house it was surprisingly open-feeling. The previous owner had made a half-wall between the office and dining room, made a doorway from the office to the parlor, widened the doorway between the living room and dining room, and removed three doors from the entry area.

Nice and bright.

Half-wall between dining and office.

Entryway, with widened doorway.

Doorway between parlor and office.

Dutch door in kitchen.

I also sometimes wish I hadn't redone the kitchen and had brought in moveable items, like a Hoosier cabinet. It seems a little too slick now. Plus maybe I should have left the floors alone and just put polyurethane on top. Of course, I got a gigantic sliver in my foot due to damage left behind from when I removed the wall-to-wall carpeting.

Maximum counter space.

Cooktop. See the cute shelving?

Cute Craftsman-style doors. Victorian houses often had two entrances - the formal one for guests and informal one for family.

So I love my little house. I guess, though, that I'll close up the door to the office from the parlor because I bought a TV credenza and large smart TV, and the only sensible furniture arrangement is the one below.

I haven't shown the second floor because it all needs re-doing. The floors are random-width soft pine, which have been stained around the perimeter in the master bedroom and painted brown in the guest room.  I'm still trying to get a bathroom installed as well, but the cost may be prohibitive.