One of the things I joke about with the bungalow is the ability to have grown up rooms with grown up purposes. Our front room became a parlor space. All of the fancy Southerners I know have this room. The front room would be the room no one entered except on holidays or when the preacher came over. It had all of the heirlooms and nice furniture you didn't want kids climbing on.
Our parlor is a bit more relaxed (mainly because we don't have any kids to climb on furniture nor nice furniture to begin with). I had my doubts we'd use it much (y'know because the preacher isn't coming around much and because our TV isn't in this room), but Bigbad has surprised me by spending most of his mornings reading on the sofa.
This chair came from Punky Brewster's apartment. I think she bought it at a yard sale. It's in rough shape (she probably bought it thinking it would go with a shabby chic theme...it's a bit more on the shabby side than chic), but I'm drawn to it for some reason. The globe belonged to my father when he was younger hence the numerous outdated political lines (if you come over see if you can spot how many countries don't exist anymore). The basket came from a surprise bridal shower at work; I'm thinking it makes a great collection bin for library books and magazines and my Snuggie (because I'm classy like that and the Snuggie is a blanket with sleeves for the win).
|Just another shot of the living room. A lamp needs to go on the nightstand in the corner. A bunch of afghans are folded up inside the nightstand. And Bigbad Momma painted our coffee table, but I realize none of my photos really show it off well.|
Totally random, but we finally discovered the correct color of our couch. For too long we've been saying it's sort of an apple green but more earthy. The couch is pistachio. Solved.
And the sofa has been the best second hand purchase we've made to date I'm pretty sure. For awhile everyone we ran into talked of owning a green couch when they were first married and how hideous theirs was. Our sofa is 1000x awesome. If we were ever divorced, custody over the couch would be an ugly battle to decide.
We receive a fair amount of questions about the fireplace. "Does it work?" is the most popular one. I don't know; don't really care. Because it's great storage for our traveling cases of CDs. (A recent friend of mine I learned keeps wine in her fireplace). An enormous mirror was situated above the mantle. It was bad for our chi, so it was rehomed in a better place, so I need something to fill that enormous blank space. Wedding photos from our parents and grandparents are situated on the mantle. It makes me happy to have so much love in the room.
|Y'know just more architectural details and shoddy painting jobs. ;) Our artwork is about syllogism: God is love, love is blind, Ray Charles is blind. Therefore Ray Charles is God. Here's to hoping the visiting preacher has a sense of humor.|
And of course, our industrial cabinet bar had to be in our front parlor. The front parlor is of course where we welcome guests into our home. Our friend Grande suggested we put the coffeemaker on our bar, but I'm now on the hunt for a vintage ice bucket instead.
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