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Saturday, September 29, 2007

Housewarming Open House


Welcome! Since you were not able to make it in person to our little soirée, please join me in a virtual tour of our new -and, for the most part, decorated- home! Now get yourself that cup of coffee I would have offered you and let's begin!
The entry is where any good tour starts. I mean, we wouldn't bring you through the garage or the back door, now would we?
You can check your lipstick or fix your hat hair as I hang up your jacket or put away your parasol in the entry closet.
You next view would be of the Donavan Covey room. Do you spy the gaudy "D C" in gold on the wall? They were on sale, so how could I resist?
The larger mirror (leaning on the wall by the china hutch) ended up too heavy to hang, so this little oval mirror will have to suffice. More wall hangings and decor to come, but for now I love my "pretty-pretty" room.
The chair I simply adore! I can't wait until you can see it -and sit in it- in person.
The living room follows as you walk through the open entry hall. How's that coffee, by the way? Need a top off?
Voila! Still no big screen TV, but the plants and case logics fill out the holes nicely for now.
Decorating this mantel was a challenge, but I am pleased with the cluttered and eclectic outcome. Again, it's much better in person.
Entrez-vous a la cuisine! That's completely wrong in French, but you're welcome to enter the kitchen, anyway. It's where Brian and I hang out most of the time, typing away on our laptops opposite each other on the fabulous counters.
I have a small plague which reads, "The Kitchen is the Heart of the Home." Too true, too true. And what a big heart we have! And more cupboard space than I know what to do with!
Passing back through the living room, we enter the guest bathroom. Here we begin our journey through the U.K.
Obviously, we're in Nodnol. I mean, London.
Unpack your bags and take a rest -you've arrived in your very own private quarters: The Heritage Room. Enjoy your stay!
And we'll always encourage you to rock out in your room, if that's your sort of thing.
Traveling up the staircase you enter the danger zone. Actually, it's my fun area where I can watch/listen to movies while I sew and make a glorious mess.
I knew you'd love this room, too! Still waiting to find the perfect rocking chair to go in this corner, so just imagine one there for now.
The cowboy curtains I made last week hang with the vintage "Alice in Wonderland" stained glass piece and the hand-sawed wood puzzles we got from out trip in Leavenworth, WA with my family sit on the sill.
The "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep" tapestry which hung in my mother's room as a girl and my room growing up now is passed to the third generation, hanging above Wilder's crib. As you can see, the unifying theme is "Retro Kiddo."
Another peak at the living room from above as we walk back through the hallway (passing up Brian's office which is still being organized) and heading to the master bedroom.
Still the least completed room (as far as decorating goes) in the house, the master bedroom is spacious yet cozy.
I am SO thankful that I don't have to worry about tripping over anything or banging into corners of furniture as I make my midnight runs to the bathroom, unlike our other boudoirs.
Little Wiley will sleep in this lovely new bassinet/travel playpen after he first arrives and until he's on a stable sleep schedule and can move into his own room.

Well, that completes our grand tour, sparing you the stinky garage and Brian's work in progress (aka office.) How about a lovely slice of almond pound cake, or perhaps if you stay for dinner you can join us for shish-kabobs! Oh well, rain check?

Funny story: We had our first visitor today. The doorbell rang, I jumped out of my chair to answer and found who I believed to be one of our neighbors across the cul de sac. She was heavily ladened with a gigantic, beautiful basket of flowering houseplants. I thanked her profusely, but was confused by her simply dropping off this gorgeous offering of neighborly welcome and quickly departing. She pointed out that she thought the plants were potted individually and would need separate watering, plus there's a card in there somewhere. I thanked her again and she was off. Setting the basket down in our kitchen, I realized she was not our neighbor and the flowers were from Brian's parents. Well, I should have invited the flower lady in anyway and given her a tour. I'm sure she couldn't be that busy on a Saturday for a bite to eat and a gander at our house. It rendered quite a laugh from both Brian and I at my confusion, particularly my abundant and warm thanks I kept giving her. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the beautiful flowers!

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