You guys. I love my house. (I know, I know, I know, yesterday…it’s complicated.)
(But my new house is not complicated.)
(It’s just awesome.)
Here is the totally awesome living room, most of the decorating ideas in which I stole from Jen at This Hawk’s Nest.
And by stole, I mean blatently copied and found for way cheaper.
And my favorite part? I didn’t have to buy anything! Except for the rug. Totally awesome rug from Target.com. I know, I know, I know, one day people are going to see these pictures and say, “Wow. 2014 much?” with the faux moroccan vibe, bu it makes me happy.
The sofa, leather thing, and end table were ours. The chest is my hope chest, and I finally got a man so I get to keep it now I guess. The piano was in my house growing up, and a neighbor generously let me keep it for the kids. I can’t wait until they learn to play from their grandma.
The bookcases are the finest Shopko has to offer. Eventually (when we stop hemorraghing cash from the move), I want our fabulous friend at Carl Allen Woodworks to build real bookcases in roughly that same spot.
The little black chairs are my favorite part, though. They were my grandparents’. They were in Blue Ribbon Hall at Pabst Brewery, and my grandpa ate lunch on them every day. When Pabst closed, my grandma bought a bunch and painted them white (as she did to everything that stood still long enough). My mom found them for me in the basement and spray-painted them black for me while I was tearing my hair out over the rest of the move.
(My mom. A real life Pinterest.
Sofa table I stole from my mom. (A common decorating theme in my home.) I’m super excited to have a place to put my coffee table books where Buddy can’t destroy them for like another four or five days until he’s tall enough to reach the top of the table. I kept toys and blankets in the baskets underneath the table. Joey likes to roam around the house, and the more things I keep handy with which to distract him, the fewer fake candles he eats.
It’s also his current pooping spot. So that’s exciting.
The secretary desk by the entrance was my grandpa’s, generously on loan from my sister. I’m hoping to replace it with something similar, but it will never be as special.
Seriously. I can’t tell you how happy I am in this house.