I promised you a tour of our house, and I finally was able to: 1) take pictures of semi-cleaned rooms, to avoid all-out embarrassment; and 2) find the darn cord to my camera in the Forbidden Room of Cardboard Boxes (which you will soon see).
I read a lot of blogs, esp. house-y, design-y ones, and they often talk about “keeping it real” and demonstrate their realness by showing “messy rooms.” And I swear, their “messy rooms” are what my house looks like on a good day. It’s like, OMG, there’s a NAPKIN ON THE FREAKIN’ TABLE! I’m so real. Please. In reality, our just-moved into townhouse has no decorating sense whatsoever, and there’s still boxes everywhere. And I own absolutely nothing mid-century modern or I-found-it-at-this-little-vintage-shop-and-refinished-it. I’m more of a, hey I found this at Target and put it together myself! Of course, that being said, I waited to photograph the house until it was somewhat presentable. You know, because I’m real like that.
A few notes on our townhouse: first off, we’re renters, so we we’re stuck with most of what you see here. We can’t paint, we’re not supposed to drill into the walls, and we really can’t update anything. So, I’m approaching the decorating of this place as quite the challenge.
Let’s start with something simple, like our entryway. It’s really something. Bland gray door anyone? And that gate took over two hours, one trip to Lowe’s, and a whole lot of four letter words to install.
Next, the living room.
And facing the other way:
Lots more needs to be done, but it’s a start.
Our soon-to-be wall o’ books, and my desk:
All of this was purchased new. We had a large IKEA bookcase from the old house, but when we unloaded it on moving day, we realized that 1) it was unstable, and 2) to make it stable, it would have to be secured to the wall, and 3) because of the chair rail, we couldn’t secure it to the wall. Drag. And 4) the shorter bookcases are probably safer for the kiddies.
From there, we have the dining room:
Um, just ignore the half-finished wall of pictures. It’s a work in progress.
And unfortunately, due to a certain toddler who will remain unnamed, our cat food is on the table.
Standing with your back to the dining room, you’ll see the kitchen:
And next to that, a full bath (well, functionally a half bath. Again, due to a certain toddler’s curiosity and propensity for getting into things, the litter boxes are blocked off in the shower).
Strangely, this bathroom might be the only room actually decorated. You see where my priorities lie.
So that’s the first floor. On to the upstairs. The upstairs bathroom, which we use much more. And where Frankie throws my bottles and makeup into the toilet.
I actually really like the cabinet and countertop in there. For the first time, I have actual drawers in my bathroom. And two sinks! Double! I get excited easily.
Our bedroom. This may be the least decorated room in the house. Again, you see where my priorities lie.
See the sexy childproof bars on the bed? Pretty hot stuff.
Frankie’s room is next. It’s not really decorated yet, but it is typically the one room where everything is put in its place on a daily basis. Mostly because there’s just poopy diapers and dirty laundry in there.
And last, there’s the spare room, or what I like to call the Forbidden Room of Cardboard Boxes. Actually, we cleaned this room out already, for my parents’ visit, but I know how the bloggy world loved dramatic before and afters. Well, here’s the before:
Oh, I almost forgot the outside and the basement. First the outside, looking out from the dining room:
And the basement.
Sic! I’m not showing you that! It’s creepy and worse than the Forbidden Room of Boxes.
So there you have it! Our Springfield home. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s growing on me, and little by little it’s getting to feel more like home. I still have a huge list of things that I want to do here, like, um, finish unpacking all my crap.