Open House
Today, I hung (hanged?) up the last two pieces of artwork in our new apartment and as such, I christen it officially DONE. It only took us 3 and a half weeks, but hey, better slower than all hell than never. Would you like to see?
When you walk in the front door, this is what you see…
To the left is the living room. On one wall there are a few (hundred) DVDs.
And on the other wall is our brand spanking new couch. It’s like a giant red teddy bear. Seriously, I could live on that couch. Happily.
On the other side of the door is the dining room, also known as the staging area for the most dramatic cat fights.
The dining room runs into the kitchen, also known as the greatest concentration of new wedding presents anywhere in the house. I LOVE IT.
If you then went down the hallway you saw upon entry, you’d pass my Watermeter clock (which I love love love)
and then stumble into our bedroom. This is the view from the door.
The view from the front wall… (The answer to the question you’re about to ask is 11 pillows. It’s AWESOME.)
The view from the bed…
And our walk in closet, where only the classiest furniture gets used.
Further down the hall you find the bathroom…
with two sinks (thank God for no more facial hair filled sinks. Or sink. Slappy’s can be filled to the brim with his beard hair, as long as I don’t have to look into it, it’s GREAT for me.)
and one toilet, also known as kitten swimming pool.
And of course, on your way out, you’re likely to stumble upon two tired kitties. Because they have a knack for sleeping in only the least convenient places.
And that’s it. We’re home. Finally.
7 Responses to “Open House”
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Welcome! I'm Katie, a 28 year old, full-time graduate student who just happened to have brain surgery in November of 2007 to give my ginormous brain a little more space. This blog chronicles my daily life, from relentless headaches to being a doctor's wife. Sit down, get comfortable and stay for a while.
Welcome home, Katie and Dr. Slappy! Your home is lovely, and I envy your unpacked-ness. I am in the process of packing up several houses to move to another house while on chemo and with my back all messed up. Don't you just love transitions?
BTW, I have a matching furniture suite in my walk in closet as well. The only difference is that the underwear in mine is much larger.
(Conjures up a great visual image, huh?)
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It is lovely!
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Hoorah! Such a clean place! And good LORD, woman! What a great lot of DVDs!
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yay!! It is your HOME! no more sharing with annoying roommates!!
Looks beautiful!!
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I am lusting after your walk-in closet, even with the high-brow furniture you use in there. I am also resentful of your twin sinks in the bathroom. I, too, struggle with cleaning up after post-shave stubble for a man who cannot see that he leaves all that hair in the basic because his glasses are off…
We've been in our house for 4 months and only have 4 things up on the wall yet. You're far ahead of the unpacking bell curve!
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Lovely place!
I'm not understanding the 'hair' comments though. In my experience, it's HER hair that clogs the drain. I have to periodically pull out the stopper and remove that nasty, smelly, wad of slimy hair so that I don't have to stare at my spit for a full minute after brushing my teeth before it drains.
I can't just let you ladies get away with blaming the 'hair problem' on the men. Sorry.
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Glad the clock made the trip in one piece! Place looks so nice and inviting. Want that couch!
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