We live in a faceless neighborhood in a mass-produced, cheap house that does nothing so much as call the phrases ‘suburban sprawl’ and ‘soulless’ to mind. Hence the paint.
This is our entry way. I share it as the only domestically-inclined project (goal: display heirloom photos without putting them in frames) that I have ever successfully undertaken. (Please don’t ask what happened to the curtains or the quilt. It isn’t pretty.) Somewhat difficult to see in this picture is that all of the glass containers have photos in them.
This is the Red Room. We try not to talk about the white elephant in the middle of it.
This is the other side of the main room.
The dining area. The huge table is new. It has a granite top because I wanted something my boys couldn’t destroy. Notice Legoland on the left. Sorry the photo is so dark.
The rest of the kitchen. You’ll notice that my theme is Rosie the Riveter. I chose this for asthetic reasons but also because it is such a complicated symbol. You’ll notice the Yellow Room in the background. That’s where I go hide when I’m eating something I don’t want to share with the kids.
Here’s four pictures of the Green Room: study, computer room, library, and toy room. I can’t figure out how to rotate the fourth one. All of our books used to be in this room but due to my overindulgence, we recently added four new bookcases to the hallway.
This is the room that my boys share. It’s a slight miracle that it looks normal. They dismantle their beds, move the mattresses and food storage, and make forts on a daily basis.
This is our bedroom. I have no idea why it is orange. Some days I look at it and think, What was I thinking? Other days I like it.
I have no idea why I am posting photos of my private space to the entire world except that it is possible. I am reminded of that phrase about nuclear giants and ethical infants.
UPDATE: Amira asked for a picture of the front of the house. Here it is: