Fall around here usually means rearranging for more guests indoors, which is no mean feat. The options for moving furniture around in a house this small are limited, but I’d go nuts if we didn’t change things up somehow. Since we’re hosting the first monthly Dinner Club next Saturday, and Nerdpocalypse at the end of the month, it was time.
Between that and laying around drinking wine in my fat pants on Friday night, I am especially appreciating my tiny house. In the winter, it is warm and cozy (come springtime, I will call this claustrophobic). In the summer we spend so much time outside we tend to forget the good stuff inside.
I may not have a dishwasher, but I have about 20 times more cookbooks than this and lots of utensils to turn out good stuff warm our bellies.
And nothing is more civilized than cocktail hour when the guests arrive. Dinner Club guests will be enjoying an apple-themed gin cocktail. I should probably test it first.
We bought this table BRAND NEW from Room & Board when we moved in. Because the dining area is narrow, we needed a narrow table. It definitely has some dings (and glitter and paint) but it is well-loved. We’ve had some great meals with friends, made a few quilts and wedding gifts there.
Most of the art on the walls is old, found in thrift stores and garage sales, the exception being some special photographs by friends.
I have an (some would say) unhealthy affection for tschockes. Sylvia Hood owl from the Rose Bowl flea market, glasses from Jay for our 20th. Love.
Owl bookends from the weird little flea market in Pioneer Square.
We may not have a dishwasher but we do have a sweet fireplace that The Geek trimmed out all by himself. Makes the Friday Night Fat Pants extra cozy.
One of my favorite spots in the house – yes, it does mean I had to cram a cool mid-century desk in the living room. Craft central.
Is there a mountain of clean laundry in the bedroom and nowhere to put it? 3 piles of books and magazines waiting to be purged? Did I have to stuff the Ikea chair in the Boy Child’s room until after Christmas so I could move the couch? I admit it is so. Do I wish we had a basement at least, for escaping the family and house guests? Hell yes, I do. A bigger kitchen? Another bathroom? Maybe someday. But for now, this 980 SF is big enough to fit us and more stuff than is sane. We manage to squeeze people in for food and drinks and make it work. Most importantly, we squeezed this guy in.
Right now, he wants me to go make him some meatloaf. Well, I’ll let him smell it anyway.