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My Beautiful Home (A Photo Dump)


Last Summer I began moving into one of the houses on my parents' property. Not sure how long I'll remain here, but for the moment I've quite enjoyed having space. 

Some call my style old-ladyish. Perhaps? I like it. And I like old ladies. So just fine by me.
I loved this little bit of flowers I planted under my kitchen window. Unfortunately, the goats and chickens demolished them, even though I'd put up a small fence. 

I went through a small phase where I was addicted to couches. Here are a few extras that wouldn't fit inside, so they were enjoyed for a couple weeks outdoors. 


Inside My Kitchen: 
The fondest memories are made when gathered around the table. 
Emma Reed

My cupboards are full of vintage dishes, my pantry is full of wholesome goodies. Some guest accidentally tore off the front of my silverware drawer, then a brother threw that piece of wood away. Still trying to figure out how to fix it ;D 

I love all my mugs and tea stuff!! 

Who doesn't love a messy table? I have millions of such pictures... 

The Livingroom: 
The living room should be a place where we feel totally at ease—temple of the soul. 
Terrence Conran






Originally had this chest here, which I loved. But moved it to another room filling the space with a green couch that I also love very much. 



Some of my favorite couch pillows

Piano Room: 
(Also where I keep all my mystery books and movies)
Some people look for a beautiful place. Others make a place beautiful. Hazrat Inayat Khan




Bathroom:
I love the green porcelain in the bathroom, but the little room still needs lots of work. So I'm only posting pictures of the curtains. BTW, the curtains are one of the first things I did for this house. Took about two weeks of steady work to sew them all up. 

Bedroom: 
(Where my little sister sleeps)
Nothing is so beautiful as spring—when weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush. Gerard Manley Hopkins
I won't post pictures of her living in it, but only of the walls on which another sister and I painted murals. I did most of the flowers, she did everything else. Aren't they just fun? 




My Bedroom:
Our life is no dream; but it ought ot become one, and perhaps it will. George MacDonald 
The adjacent side looks much like this one, just different things are stored. 

A couple years ago, during a minimalistic phase, I threw out my bed and bought a flax floor mattress. One of the best decisions ever. My duvet is nearly as thick as the cot ;D
I love my pink mirror and wool rug :) 

And that, dear friends, is my house as it is right now. I think if I have any theme it is that nothing must match so that it all will blend together into some sort of pleasant busy story of life. Of course, there are books, music, tea, dishes, colors, flowers, anything old and lovely. 

Would you live in such a house? Or at least come and visit? 
(Guests are what this house is about, so don't hesitate to invite yourself over!) 

Comments

  1. I adore your house!! (and that dress!) It's honestly goals. Old-ladies know what they're doing when it comes to aesthetics and more people need to realize it.

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    1. Hey, Elizabeth, you make a fantastic point. Here's to all of us meeting the truly worthy goals!!

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    1. Thanks... so cozy! Right now it's full of a quilt I'm putting together ;D

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  3. I really want to come and stay with you, browse your bookshelves, play some Mozart on your piano and maybe you could teach me how to hand-quilt a little corner of your beautiful big quilt you're working on!! - Gosia

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    1. It would be such an honor to have you do a small corner of my quilt, Gosia!! And to have you in my home!!

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