But like I said, I want there to be a record of the place where my babies were babies, and let's be honest...we do a lot of our living around food, so yeah, this room is important - if not beautiful.
Basically, the entire back half of our house is devoted to the storage, preparation, or consumption of food. One half is the kitchen, one half is the dining area, and the pantry is there as well. We can start with the kitchen.
The newest addition is something that I whipped up on Sunday night. We had gone to the craft store to pick up a new wreath form, and I saw that wooden letters were on sale, so I snagged a few and painted them a nice springy green.
The little owl napkin holder was my grandparents, so you are looking as some authentic 70's decor right there! After they passed away, my Uncle brought over a box full of stuff, and I snagged that little guy. He just seems happy.
Let's move on to the other side of the room, shall we? Do you remember when I said that our bedroom furniture was the first big house-related purchase Matthew and I made? Well, I lied. I mean, I didn't lie on purpose, but I honestly forgot about this particular story until I was taking these pictures.
Shortly after we returned from our honeymoon, Matt and I decided it was time to start looking for a table. What can I say, a week or two of eating at the coffee table will do that to you. We hit up a few stores before we found one that we really liked, and as I recall we got a pretty good deal on it. The employees at the store helped load it into Matt's truck, and it wasn't until we got home that we realized that we now had to haul a 300lb. marble topped table up a hill, then up a flight of exterior stairs into our tiny little apartment. Somehow we managed to get it all the way to the top of the stairs before my chicken arms gave out. I dropped the box containing the table, but I tried to brace it with my body. I didn't take into account that it weighed more than twice my body weight, so it knocked me backwards into my neighbors door, which FLEW OPEN. I fell flat on my rear in the middle of their living room, their tiny little chihuahua was FREAKING OUT as I scrambled up and shut the door behind me, yelling my apologies as I went.
It was kind of mortifying. So yeah...THAT was our first big purchase. I can't believe I forgot that story. Annnnyway....here is that table. We did switch out the awful brass chandelier with an oil-rubbed bronze one of our own, and will just put the old one back when we move. Seriously...the original one was so bad. SO bad.
See that 'centerpiece'? Matt isn't a huge fan of my propensity to bring home 'junk'. He was especially not too happy to see that this was a little on the big side, but since it was the original candy scale at my step-grandfathers parents grocery store, he just shook his head and loaded it into the back of my car. (Poor guy didn't know he married a closet hoarder) I later did a little research on the makers of the scale, and what do you know? That sucker is over one hundred years old!
The kitchen is also where we keep Jack's art supplies, easel, and art line.
To the right of the art line is the door to the laundry room, which, again - is not fit to be seen. It's not that it's wrecked, but there isn't much to see. So yeah....
As far as house posts go, this one was pretty boring...so let's all just focus on the part where I fell flat on my rear in my neighbor's living room shall we?