Our house was built in 1947. Five years ago, we became its second owners ever. But every piece of everything the original owners had ever owned since, um, they were born had to be removed (thrown away, recycled, given away, etc... Thanks, Mom and Dad!). And carpets torn out. And every surface had to be scrubbed. And painted. But that process really made it ours. We were able to chose just exactly how we wanted everything to be. This house is so very much home. I love everything about it.
This lamp is the very first thing Hubby and I bought together. We bought it just after it was decided he was moving to where I lived. Just being excited that we would have a home together. We bought it for the novelty of buying something for our home, not knowing where that home would be. Now it lives in the meditation room.
I am madly in love with my kitchen. It used to be dark wood and mauve paint and tons of crap piled everywhere. Now it's just how I pictured it in my head, way back in the "planning stages." Full of light and lightness. (And chocolate.) I spend a lot of time in here. It makes me happy.
The bedspread was an anniversary gift a few years back. I love it. Like, really love it. I loved it when I saw it in the store. And I love that Hubby was paying attention to how much I loved it and went back to get it for me. And I love curling up under it every night. And I hate having to get out from under in so early in the morning.
Books kind of overflow from every available space here. (Okay, so they're mostly my books. Like these ones. And the Shaun Cassidy albums tucked in with the books. Those are mine, too.) I love books. We have more books than anything else. I think that's wonderful.
This little makeshift alter kind of thingy is part of the mediation room. Buddha, Krishna, Shiva, and Ganesh. They're calming. Soothing. Which, I think, is the point. I start and end my day here with them.
But this is kind of the best thing about my house. Or, at least, the thing I love the most...
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