Himself and I bought this house three-and-a-half years ago. It’s the largest house I’ve ever lived in at 1900 square feet. (This is a reasonable size for Northern California where the cost per square foot of living space compells people to get permits to reclassify used Volkswagons as detached single family dwellings.) And when we moved in, this was what the living room looked like:
One thing I had decided about this house was that I wanted to avoid white rooms. I have had white rooms most of my life (except when I was a girl and had pink, and when I lived in a cottage built in 1930 and had redwood paneling. Cause THAT’S what makes a teenager’s heart go pitter-pat – paneling.)
I wanted green. And – in a feat of paint selection that was not duplicated in any other room – nailed the color on the first shot. “Athena Green.” What green has to do with Athena, I don’t know (I suspect that some overworked paint naming person decided that Greek gods were snooty sounding, slapped it on a paint can and then went off to find a beer.) But Athena green is the color of the walls, and I adore it (I also adore my uncle who did most of the painting.) So at first, the room looked like this:
So that’s not bad…but it’s a little sparse, and the layout’s not good. You have to take my word on that. I could draw a diagram for you in Paintbrush, like the one I did of the bathroom, but I have a LOT of photos I need to bore you with want to show you, so lets’s just take my word for it on the bad layout issues.
After some re-arranging to open up enough space in the bedroom to house my Think Tank, a long string of bookshelves ended up in the living room, because, frankly, there was no place else to put them. And now the living room looks like this:
Here’s a view from behind the piano (cause THAT’S an angle that gets a lot of visual traffic.)
This shot is taken from behind the couch. (This isn’t as awkard as it sounds, behind the couch is the dining room).
And one more shot to fully appreciate the beauty of the transplanted bookcases (it’s almost as if they were meant to be in a living space). And now the living room looks well appointed, beautifully painted, and nicely coordinated.
Except..here’s where it gets interesting. Here is where the “Lori, what is it with you?” question gets asked. Have you noticed anything a little…oh…out of place? (And no, not the cats. Annoying as they are, they really do belong to us. Until we figure out livestock shipping rates to Siberia.) Look through the photos closely.
Allow me to zoom in just a little.
Oh yes, yes it is.
And now you’re asking yourself (or you should be asking yourself, ’cause this is not normal), “Why on earth does she have a stand mixer in the living room?”
The honest, hairy, pitiful truth is that we do not have room in the kitchen. And for as excited as were to finally have the stand-mixer (which I got with credit card reward points, by the way, yay for thrify me!), the kitchen has absolutely, utterly, depressingly, no room for it.
So we put it on the bookshelf in the living room and we tell people it’s pop art.
And – I don’t really know what to make of this – people go with it. That says something about us or our guests. Jury’s out.
So I’m curious now…what threw a wrench in your monkey when you tried to make your space picture perfect? Art that’s downright embarrasing but you have to display because it was a wedding gift? A chair that reminds you of taxidermied cattle you inherited from your husband’s bachelor days?
Best answer gets 10 Martha Points. ; )