I love the wood, the quality, the details, the character, and how it just feels. The quiet squeak of a door, the sound of my heels walking on hardwood floors, the archways that transition me to a new room. I’m a sucker for them alright.
True, my closet space is terrible, my garage isn’t attached, my bathrooms are small, and I certainly wouldn’t file my home under the label of spacious. I’ve made my peace with it, however, and enjoy the other gifts of my home, even the long narrow living room that still eludes any logical furniture configuration! Twenty-five years later, my husband and I are still figuring it out.
This summer we decided that moving the heat radiators to flank the fireplace instead of taking up precious seating space would solve our problems. It did. Kind of. But now our aging furniture needs to be replaced and a more conducive setting curated.