I have to admit, when i started taking these photos and putting this blog post together i felt silly. and sort of lifestyle-bloggery-y, but in a bad way. in the way that's like,"look at me! look at me! everything is lovely and great and clean!" i considered not posting any of these, just shrugging it off, but when i looked at them, i realized that i wished that i'd done this sort of post with the old house, as a way to remember everything. i'm glad i did this. i just want you to realize i shot these right after i cleaned the place and that only fifteen minutes earlier the children watched in fascinated horror as the cat killed and ate (yes, ate) a lizard right under the dining room table.
i steam-mopped extra hard right after, i swear. but that didn't stop george (the cat) from looking extremely satisfied and even regal. and that didn't stop kate from alternately between anguish and outrage. she sat on my bed and wept, her face buried in her hands, before taking a break to shout angrily, "this is really affecting me, MOM! that lizard was just a KID! GEORGE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL A KID???"
i don't even want to think about what the neighbors are thinking.
the chalkboard vinyl days of the week to keep our family all on schedule, the magnetic chore charts for the kids that feature spots for both the weekly and the daily chores, and peeking out from underneath that second hand towel, my apron from my days serving food to all the homeless at the rescue mission
the dresser that my mom stained years and years and years ago fit PERFECTLY into this spot, my favorite cookbooks (americas test kitchen's best recipe), and those cubbies to fill with pretty things. i love those cubbies.
this is a gas stove and i have always had an electric. i know people who are wild and passionate about their gas ranges, so i'm trying to keep an open mind, but the difference i can see is that it cooks a lot faster (so i have to be vigilant) and that it warms everything up. so use hot pads.
my grandma sent me those wooden canisters when i got married. i have no idea how old they are, but knowing her they were probably my great-grandmothers. i love them. those elephants ryan and the kids picked out for christmas from anthropologie and the cookbooks are some of my favorites.
the chairs do not match because we don't have six of one kind,not because i am cute. sometimes i like to pretend i'm cute and this is the way it is. alas.
ah, my h collection. i collected them for ages before my sister suggested putting them up over the sink at the old house. i loved the idea so much that i found a new place for my collection at the new house.
next up: the living room and the office. or something like that. maybe bedrooms first.