To the right of the tree is the street. I'm crouched down in a magnolia tree to get this shot. Never thought I'd be crouched down in a magnolia tree doing anything but life is full of surprises.
The right side of the house. This is the direction from which all cars approach. Where guests exit their cars and then proceed to knock on all four doors trying to find one that will be answered. Spoiler: none. We don't have a doorbell and can't hear your feeble knocking. The concrete pad and sidewalk are new and help immensely in directing folks where to try first.
Standing on the concrete looking our over our driveway. I mean "driveway". Someday it will be a picturesque winding country drive with tire tracks in the grass. For now...mud.
Speaking of mud...here is our back yard. It was leveled and reseeded when we moved in so we wait patiently for things to turn green one day. Our shed/dog run/lean-to is visible here.
Entering the house. Here is our front door. No one actually comes through here so I haven't felt a huge push to get it decorated. But it does need attention.
Pivot to the left and see our pretty pretty staircase. My original paint job lacked a certain "precision" so the painters tape is me midway through my tidy up the slapdash job project.
Here is the family room. We FINALLY got couches in here after two months without them. The funny thing is that no one sits on them now. They've already developed their habitual perches and so this is easily the least used room in the house.
Turning directly around points you to the dining room or the most used room in the house. Not comfy or welcoming but adjacent to the kitchen where you can always find mom slash snacks. I'm not sure which is the bigger draw. Okay okay, yes, I do.
And here's that adjacent kitchen. Ain't she purty?
And then...the snacks. There was no pantry in this kitchen up until about a week ago, so this addition is quite the treat. It's not actually crooked I'm just actually not a good photographer.
Moving upstairs to the landing and hallway. The kids' rooms are up here.
Can you see the invisible line that divides the clean sister's side from the messy?
The boys haven't yet decided who gets to be the clean one. I'm sure they're working on it, but it's a big decision and they're real busy, and...you know how it is.
The dogs. Ugh. My banes. They're so adorable but so big and muddy and naughty. If I didn't have a little girl who would be deh-vuh-sta-ted if they disappeared in the middle of the night...
Not sure who took this picture of me (in our old rental house) but it would seem I'm not happy about it. Probably because I don't have my eyebrows on yet. That really ticks me off.
So there we are. We're constantly in a state of fixing, changing, adding new things. It's fun but it's been wearing for sure. I really appreciate order and cleanliness (children! irony!) so to live without it for so long has been a struggle. There is very little storage and we have very many things so the piles of stuff pushed in corners and pushed to the side and pushed up in the attic are just...getting old. But it's also so satisfying to be able to make real and noticeable improvements to your environment and be able to appreciate that you didn't have them before and isn't it great that you do now?