And probably also because I haven't made them put their toys away or pick up their dirty clothes. So today, you just get to see the "common areas."
Ready for a tour?
Get over it; I'm showing you anyway. :)
First up is the living room.
The French doors to the left open to the screened-in porch. That's where I send the kids when they're 1. driving me crazy, or 2. I've run out of alcohol.
Oh, I kid.
The white doors at the end of the room open to the workout room, where we have some exercise machines and a tv. It's the room the kids watch tv in most of the time. The doorway to the right is to the dining room.
This is the dining room, looking into the library.
Aaaaaaaaaand now you see why we call it the library. Believe it or not, I know I'm missing a few books. I think we must have mis-labeled a box, and put it into storage by mistake. I've put most of our family pictures in here, mixed in among all the books.
That painting over the built-in cabinet is (I think) the last surviving painting my maternal grandfather painted. It was the first thing I hung up in this house. I remember it hanging in my parent's living room when I was little. I think the rest of Papa's paintings have all been destroyed in a flood, which makes me terribly sad. He was a very talented artist.
This is standing in the library, looking back into the dining room. You can see through the dining room into the entry hall, which is about seven feet wide and 30 feet long. There's a little niche in which I've hung a few pictures of the kids. The white door is one of our closets, and down that short hall is the master bedroom and bath.
And speaking of the master bath... here it is. It's the only bathroom in the house that is outside a bedroom, so guests will probably use it when they're here.
It's weird that the master bath is not in the master bedroom, but the doors to both rooms open right next to each other. The library is part of the suite, so it gives a little more privacy to the bathroom.
I love the clawfoot tub and vessel sink. The sink is hammered bronze and is adorable. I think my favorite thing about this bathroom, though, is the tub's faucet. I don't think it's antique, but it looks like it. It has a little handheld sprayer that makes it as efficient as a shower.
I had a "Sleeping With the Enemy" moment the first couple times I took a bath in there. It was at night, and I just had the wall sconce on, so the bathroom was peaceful and dim. And something made me turn my head and look at the door, which is original to the house, which is 150 years old. In that moment I realized that these old doors have keyholes that skeleton keys unlock... and people outside the door can stick their creepy eyeballs up to the keyhole and watch someone take a bath in an antique clawfoot tub... without them knowing. (SHUDDER.) But I've gotten past it.
And that's where this tour stops today.
Maybe someday I'll get around to straightening up the kids' rooms, and hanging stuff on their walls, and then photographing it all to show you...
But I'm going to be upfront and say it's probably not going to happen.