Pictures of Our Humble Abode

Are you ready for another all-picture post? Warning: there are lots of pictures. It's hard to capture your living space accurately without a 360 degree camera. But I tried.


So this is our house from the outside, standing in the street. You would think from this picture that we live in the middle of a forest, but trust me: there are houses beside and behind. It's not a particularly pretty neighborhood, but it's quiet.

Those are the lovely rhododendron bushes I had to trim drastically. I'll take pictures of our yard again in spring, when they're in bloom. And that's not our car. And now there's snow on the ground, and that one tree doesn't have leaves, but other than that, it looks the same. Oh, and take note of the "front" door. We don't use that door. We use the door in the carport.

This is what you would see if you were standing in our front door (the door we actually use). I was literally standing in our doorway when I took this picture.

Kitchen is to the left, laundry room is to the right. Kitchen table is shoved in between the washing machine and the wall. Just in case it wasn't obvious, we don't eat at it. We put our mail and laundry stuff on it. Just beyond is our living room.

This is our kitchen from the opposite side.

You can see all our crystal sitting on top of the cupboards. It's up there because we don't use it. Not exactly earthquake-safe, but thankfully, earthquakes only come around once or twice a century.

I had to sit on our washing machine to get this picture. Small house much?

If you zoom in on the wallpaper, you can see the flag pattern. Our house has a slight nautical theme. Sail boat wallpaper trim, flags, and buoys. And blue carpets.



Still sitting on the washing machine. Don't look at the rotten bananas on the counter. I'll make banana muffins one of these days.

And then I had to sit on the counter to capture this one. Behold our laundry room.



This is our living room. Taken from the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. It also happens to be our dining room.

That wood stove is our "fake fireplace." It heats so wonderfully, but we're not using it this year. It runs on propane, and propane is EX-PEN-SIVE.


Just another view of the left side of our living room. These pictures were taken at night, but right now, during the day, those blinds are open, and we can see our front yard and the street. As I'm typing this, I'm waiting to see the mail lady pull up in her tiny jeep and put something in our mailbox.

Take note of the Christmas tree. All three feet of it. There are a few more decorations on it now, and a few presents underneath.



Living room from the other side. I am sitting on that couch as we speak.



Living room again, but this time standing by the wood stove. Art spends a lot of time at that desk. He's sitting there right now, actually.



Standing in our bedroom door. The comforter was free, from Art's parents. At least it wasn't the "orange one" I heard about. It actually kind of matches. Not that I care. It's warm, and it was free, and that's all that matters.



Beside the bed, left of the doorway. Night stand, and a closet. That closet has exactly zero items in it that belong to me. In fact, the only thing is this entire room that belongs to me is my pillow. And yes, we have a football nightlight. Is that a problem?



At the foot of the bed. Art's laundry baskets, desk, and bookcase. Things you can't see: all the clothes I threw behind the other side of the bed. We don't own a dresser, so Art is forced to keep some of his clothes in laundry baskets on the floor.



This is what I see from my side of the bed. Cool.

This is our bathroom.

Less nautical theme, more "green" theme. If you could see exactly two centimeters right of the edge of the picture, you would see the open door. That's how tiny our bathroom is.



One cabinet below the sink, and one cabinet above the toilet. Art loves his shaving and facial care products.

At least it's really easy and quick to clean.

If you walk out of the bathroom and turn right, you'll see this: the spare bedroom.


Also known as "my" room.

That's my laundry basket, and everything I own is in the closet that you can't see, just to the right. My room/the spare room is also a storage room. I know it's bad to refer to them as "my room" and "his room", but that's the way it works right now.

And that's the end. That's our house. And it's almost never this clean (but I try).