my home sweet home
i love it when tuesday morning rolls around, and i still haven't quite figured out which way to go with my spt. this is what came about when i tried to capture the things that make a home "my home sweet home."
this is my mudroom. or, more accurately, my mudhallway. when we were looking at houses two and a half years ago, this was so important to me. i wanted (needed, rather)a place that would act as the buffer between the outside world and my inside cozy. it is the door that my family uses the most, as it goes directly to and from the garage. my laundry is here. purses and backpacks and sand-covered shoes are kept here. during birthday parties, an extra fridge can go here. it's a transitional area. when i come through my mudroom in the evening, i hang up the hat that i wear as *general manager* of the hotel, and toss on the hat that i wear as *general manager* of the home.
i have a lot of grand decorating ideas in my head. and one day, i will have a budget to match my dreams. fortunately, i can be very happy enjoying the small pieces of my ideas as they come together. this is just a glimpse of jack's bathroom. i like to call it *surfer chic* (jack prefers to call it *surf's up, duuude.*) an interesting note: this is about the only nod to "living near the beach" that you will find in my home, even though we live near the beach. do you find that strange?
this is my real *home sweet home.* the house i grew up in. my idyllic home. where a sunroom with leaded glass windows was only opened to us in the summer (how fascinating, to have an entire living space closed off for half of the year). where attics and basements provided endless hide-and-seek possibilities (if you dared). where we bruised our tender feet on the gravel driveway in springtime, and ran carefree by the end of a summer. where popsicles melted with us on the back porch. where every slam of the screen door meant friendships and possibilities.
i want to get back there in so many ways...