I’ve gotten a few emails about my house. At the end of one response, I said I should just copy & paste my answer into today’s blog post. So I did. Because I’m creative like that.
So here’s the story about Mama’s little house or as I like to call it The Palace.
My house is an old 1930’s beach bungalow. It had 2 small bedrooms, one bath with a metal shower stall (what a pain to clean!), a tiny galley kitchen and a heat system from the dark ages (we had one big metal grate in the floor to heat the whole house) with the added benefit of little insulation. The biggest problem was there was nowhere to go to get away from anyone!
After Ebaby was born the house got way too small. Since the house was so small she wasn’t really learning to walk, she always had something to hold onto. After looking around we found it would be cheaper to build onto our house rather than to buy a new one. We didn’t really want to move anyway, we love our neighborhood and the schools.
Two years ago Memorial Day we started construction, we moved in with my parents while the building happened, but that is a whole other story!
We upgraded the heat and put in central air (thank God my brother does this for a living so it was a really good price!).
We insulated everything and put in updated windows. By doing this, our heating bill hardly went up at all even though we added so much on.
We made the kitchen huge (to us) because we come from long lines of kitchen dwellers, no matter what the occasion everyone winds up in the kitchen. Edited to add: I actually designed the kitchen layout to fit the Hoosier cabinet and the Big Guy’s grandmother’s pie cabinet, which is still is storage at his Aunt’s house in Maryland. The kitchen design guy thought I was an ass and kept trying to talk me into more cabinets. But I really want the cabinets in my kitchen- I love them.
We left our living room the same, about 10×15.
We added a laundry closet, with doors to hide the crap!
We also added a master bedroom with an entire wall of closets!!
In the master bedroom we have a small room that is destined to be another bathroom, we just have to find the time to do it. I also have to clean the crap out of it that has somehow migrated there, no I don’t have any idea how it got there, it just appeared, I swear. We have a toilet sitting in the box at the foot of our bed. Oh the romance!
It’s funny because I never really think about the house being small until someone comes over and says something about it. It suits us. Each of the girls has her own room, albeit small ones, my husband has a comfy chair to fall asleep in and I have my big kitchen. Everyone is happy. It is also not much to clean (even so, I still want a cleaning lady) and we aren’t working just to pay a mortgage on a gigantic house.
And Ebaby learned how to walk at my parent’s house!