Happy 23rd birthday...to our home

On October 30, 1988 we officially moved into our home.  Yes-we were married December 19, 1987-so that means I lived with my in-laws for nearly a year.  It wasn't too bad-we both worked full time and I was young.  (Now-I'm too set in my ways, I wouldn't be able do it.)  But I couldn't wait to get into a space of my own!  I was 20 years old.

Anyhow, the reason we had to wait is because we built this home (we-meaning my husband, me, family and friends, and our friend and neighbor who was a HUGE, HUGE help) with our own hands, and it wasn't ready yet.  It took about a year and a half to complete.

I was thinking about what the date was today while I was coloring my hair this morning (go figure)-and thought-oh yeah, today is my home's birthday.

So I went around and took some unstaged (okay-so I picked up some dirty clothes and piled some things up, closed the toilet lids and such) photos of the clutteredness, bad lighting and all.

Above is our dining room-although we don't eat at the table.  Never have and probably never will!  The wall paper has changed (quite recently) and so has the floor (really recently).

Ahhhh-the downstair bathroom.  I'm thankful for it-it's meant a lot less climbing of the stairs!

I've painted the top part, but the wallpaper is the same and so is the floor-vinyl.

There's my little kitchen(ette)!  Sometimes I'd like to strangle the architect that designed this tiny kitchen for this home.  Other times-I'm just grateful I have a kitchen.  Mostly I'm grateful.

The floor is the same, but the walls have been repapered.  I'm about ready for a change in here soon, stay tuned!

The living room-yep, a lot of living goes on in this room.  I rocked my baby COUNTLESS hours in that spot where the Lazyboy is.  That's our third Lazyboy.  We're hard on them.  This is where we eat too-a whole lotta eatin' has gone on in this room.  And Larry sleeps here too-I guess living room is the perfect name.

The floor has changed-it used to be carpet.  The walls are the same, they haven't even been painted.  And now you know-I have a deer head hanging on my wall.  The poor dear!

Our stairs-I'd like to know how many times I've climbed these over the last 23 years.  A LOT, I know that.

My bedroom, my bedroom!  You know how I love my bedroom!!!

Same carpet, same walls-the only thing that's changed over the years is the decor and I like it!

The upstairs bath-the place where I bathed my baby for so many years.  The same room where the teenager took hour long showers.  There hasn't been mold on the walls since she left!

The floor is the same, the paint is the same, but the wallpaper changed a few years ago.

Hoper's room-aka the junk room again.  It started out as the junk room, then became a nursery, then became Larry's bedroom for seven years (as little Hope wanted to sleep with Mommy), then became Hope's room again as she decided sleeping alone was A-okay!  Now back to a junk room.  Man, time flies! 

The carpet's the same, but the walls have been painted.


Happy birthday, Little Home-you've been so good to us!