Since we live in a converted garage, we don’t exactly have the same room divisions that the rest of you all have …. so, when I say “living room” I mean this little corner just to the right when you walk in the door.
This corner also houses my dresser full of clothes, so the only thing that actually makes it a “living room” is the presence of our big arm chair and Andrew’s record player.
Again, let me remind you that our home is not perfect. You will not find the perfect little accents or even the (unrealistic) cleanliness that a room should have before being photographed.
But I promise to clean the house if you ever come over.
So, just inside the front door to the right is my dresser – which, by the way, is starting to warp and get off kilter since I bought it at Target and put it together myself, and then moved it twice in the last year. I think, when we buy a house, we’re going to try to invest in REAL (read: non-particle board) furniture.
Since the dresser is just inside the door, that is where our keys live when we are at home. It helps me to have a place to put my keys, otherwise I lose them in the bottom of my purse. That space also tends to hold any library books/etc that need to go back, mail that needs to go out, and any electronic toy that is charging (laptop, phone, etc).
That green hat box houses my scarves … which I didn’t have at all last winter (since the box was in storage). Very excited to get use out of them this year.
Also just inside the door, in that itty bitty space between the dresser and the chair is our shoe pile. Since we’ve been married, Andrew and I have had a shoe pile, always just inside our door … always chaotic. I don’t really know how it started, because it is not as though we had a conscious decision about not wearing shoes in the house …. hmmm….
There is space between the side of the dresser and the absolute corner of the room. Back there lives our broom/mop for cleaning the tile floor, as well as a pile of stuff that belongs to Kevin that we have been holding for him for the last year+. One of the many reasons I’ll be glad when he is out of the Air Force.
Our big comfy (hand-me-down) arm chair …. The one spot to sit in our apartment. Nearly every morning when I wake up, I can look over to that chair and see Andrew reading or on the computer. It’s so easy to curl up and get cozy in that chair …
Just behind that chair, you see one of our speakers, with a clock on top of it. That is the only clock in the whole apartment. Generally I like to have clocks everywhere … I tend to need to know what time it is always, so I can manage my time accordingly. But since this place is so small, that 1 clock is all we need ….
Andrew’s record player (will be getting a whole post all to itself later) takes up a lot of precious floor/wall space in our little home, but you know for him it’s a necessity. No question. Considering how much room my camera equipment is starting to take up I think we’re even …
We have this little ‘end table’ that luckily can be folded up and put away, but most of the time it sits in this one precarious spot, close enough that whoever is sitting in the chair can have a drink/etc but far enough away that the front glass of the stereo cabinet can be opened.
P.S. That window above looks out on the front yard/street
Jeez, I’m so sorry this looks like such a mess …. you’d think with our place being smaller we could keep it less cluttered … but in fact we have too much stuff for this small space so it will probably stay cluttered …
Still 3 more “rooms” to go … “hang on to your butts.”
(First person to comment w/ what movie that line is from gets a gold star)
Jurassic Park. Do you need my address to send me that gold star?
I’m pretty sure the line is “Hold on to your butts.”
Just sayin’.