So, we have this screened porch. It has always been one of my favorite rooms...at least for handful of weeks when the weather is seasonable enough to sit out there. But then it became storage for everything in the yard...rakes, sand toys, bikes, the grill.
Pictured in its recently-cleaned-out state. Usually it looks more like a storage barn without walls to hide all the crap.
Several years ago, we acquired this, um, interesting barrel furniture. Joe inherited it when his aunt died because she knew that he always admired it. But our house=not so big. So the furniture had been living in my uncle's basement. Except my uncle is selling his house. And we figured that five years is long enough to impose on someone's good nature to store all of our excess furniture.
So we moved it into the house, thinking we'd store it wherever we could find a place until we figured out what to do next. Except there is nowhere to store anything in our house, so it lives in the living room. The table has become the kids' favorite coloring place.
The couch, yes indeed, sits right in front of our other couch. Yes, it looks as weird as it sounds.
Oh yeah. There's a bar. Right now, it does duty as a changing table and/or a sewing table.
Here's the thing...there's nowhere to put my Christmas tree. And the third bedroom/a.k.a. storage room has become even more cluttered since I had to move furniture into there to make room for this furniture out in the living area.
Long story, short point. We have a contractor starting work on Monday to remove the screens on our porch and replace them with walls/windows to create an all-seasons sun porch. And then the barrel furniture will live out there, permanently. And that's what is going on here, now. The end.
Happy 11/11/11. Also, this little girl turns 4 years old tomorrow.