Most of last week was spent battling my way back through forty-eight hours of 102-degree fever, three days of waiting to hear back from the property appraiser and bank, one extremely bloodshot and possibly possessed-by-the-devil eyeball, two inches of snow, and the distinct possibility that at any moment my head my rocket off my shoulders and explode into cloud of sawdust and anxiety.
When I look back at the last seven years of tearing up houses and putting them back together again, I can’t think of one time when I lost my ability to laugh at the absolute insanity of it all– to, at the very least, find a lesson in it, or turn it into a good enough story to tell on this website– but last week about did me in.
However, I’m happy to say that I’m officially re-entering The Land of The Living & Mostly Sane this week. I’ve managed to shake the fever and clear most of the legal hurdles and red-tape that were standing between me and The Liberty House– a story I’ll share with you in the next week or two when the final bumps are ironed out.
In the meantime, to celebrate my re-entry into civilized society I thought I’d share another glimpse into the Liberty House. This, appropriately, is the front entry of the house. Something I also like to refer to as the biggest hallway that ever existed, since I can’t for the life of me figure out what to do with this space.
That’s the kitchen to the left, and the pink parlor to the right. And a very tall wall with a lot of awesome 90’s wallpaper that means I’ll be spending some quality time with a gallon of Diff and a scraper in the near future.
Here’s an overhead view from the other direction.
You can see the front door out to the covered porch straight ahead, and through the glass doors to the right is another good-sized room that will likely be the study.
While I don’t think the front door will be used all that often, this space is still basically going to be a walkway between the parlor (aka living room), kitchen, study, and upstairs.
One of my friends suggested plunking down a round table in the middle of the room with a big old floral arrangement on it and turning it into a formal entry. Except I know myself well enough to foresee that on every day except the very first one that table would end up being the world’s biggest catchall for junk, and I’d be staring at a dead flower arrangement for the next 50 weeks.
So my question is, what would you do with this 16×19 room? (Other than sand down those floors, paint the walls, remove the carpet, put in actual light fixtures, finish the trim around the stairs, and do something about that too-short wainscoting… those are all already on the list.)