"You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch on his throne."
--Cervantes, Don Quixote
Even though I love looking at pictures of other people's homes, I rarely post pictures of my own house. There are many reason for this. First of all, I can't take good indoor pictures. I want them to look like pictures from Better Homes and Gardens or Real Simple, but they just don't turn out that way (something about the lighting...). Second of all, I have been a bit insecure out my house. This insecurity has even prevented me from inviting people over to our house because...oh, crazy reasons, I suppose...because there are things about our home that aren't that great. The unfinished backyard, the orange countertops in the bathroom, the cracked wood around the window frames, the paint on the door frames, the mismatched furniture. We've been here almost six years, and so part of me thinks, "It should be done now!" (Of course, as many home owners will tell you, not too many homes are ever really finished.)
Anyway, this last summer I worked hard mentally and emotionally to get past this. It's silly to be so self-conscious about our house. I don't need to make excuses for our home; I love it (or most of it) and I love that we can afford it. What does it matter if it isn't as new, as big, as expensive, as nicely decorated as someone else's house?
So, part of my stepping out of my comfort zone is to feature an Open House every Sunday for the next few weeks. First up: the kitchen and dining room.
This summer our kitchen and dining room received some major help with the addition of wood floors, new light fixtures, and repainted cabinet handles. Someday we'd like to take out the hanging cabinets that separate the kitchen from the dining room, but until we can get built-in cabinets in the dining room, we need the storage. One of my most favorite spots in our kitchen is the ledge above our oven. It holds my red glass salt and pepper shaker, as well as a tile that has a Norwegian prayer on it that my grandma (full Norwegian) gave me. Next to that is a little mushroom that we got from the owner of the house we lived in for the first 3 1/2 years of our marriage. I hate mushrooms, and there were times that I hated that house we lived in, but we lived there rent free (yes! rent free! amazing!). We got through it, and my little red mushroom reminds me to be thankful for the little (and big) blessings we receive.
I'll be updating the Open House photo album every week, and adding more pictures. My home is my home, and there is nothing to be insecure about having a roof over your head, food in the fridge, and family to hold on to.
So...*deep breath*...welcome. You don't even have to take your shoes off.